"M—" I stumble on my words. I try to talk again. Still it's quite hard for me to truly say my lover's name.  As I try again for the third time; I can finally say her name.

"Marybeth, I'm alright my darling I-I", I stutter, "promise." Everyone in range of hearing me talking were shocked including my sweet Marybeth and my coven. As the sun rises, more men and women flood the main walk way to my coven's home. Some wondering what's going on. Some joyful that I was "dead" as they got to see me be put on top actual dead bodies. And others were filled with anger because my coven, specifically me, helped them when in time of need