Chapter Two: 1692 Witch Attack
Annabelle turned briefly toward
where Thomas and Polly hid. “Tom, Polly, run home. I won’t have you hurt in this mess.”
“But we want to help!”
“No, leave now. Think of Polly’s safety, Tom.” She only had time to lock eyes with Tom
briefly, but it was enough. The
frustration on his face spoke volumes.
As her friends escaped through the
trees, Annabelle turned back to the witches.
She hovered for a brief moment, ignoring her inner terror. Her voice took on a dangerous edge. “All right, you wanted to face us. Here we are.”
She flitted around Gertrude,
dodging each hex blast as it lit up the dark trees with purple and red hues.
Roland smiled then sped around
Penelope. Gertrude gestured once more
and sent forth a blast of eldritch energy that barely missed Annabelle.
“Insolent child.” Gertrude said
with malice. “You think you’ll live
forever.”
Annabelle felt the air light up,
like sharp needles jabbing her skin. Her
vision blurred with tears. The blast hit
Annabelle directly in the back, spinning her into the hard dirt. She lay there, waiting for her vision to
adjust. Everything seemed to spin and
her stomach threatened to give up her breakfast.
“Annabelle!” Roland shouted. Penelope caught him with a lucky shot and he
cried out in pain.
“There. Do you see, Penelope? That’s how to deal with upstarts.”
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