Quiet was the opposite of the town right now. Luce Milite, was the name of the town it stood strong all the way through until the incident. April 20th 1692, was the date and it was about 6 pm in the summer so it was still a bit light outside. Today was the public hearing of Elizabeth Margaret, it was a witch trial.

" Prudence where are you? Were leaving now your father is impatient he wants to be there early!" a maiden with short blonde hair shouts as she dusts off her black dress, her brown eyes scanning the room. Her pail skin stands out from others some would think she was a witch with the way she looked but no one thought that, she was to kind and took the kids to church and recited from the bible. Her name was Isabel and the mother of two.

" Coming mother! One second just making sure I have everything!" A young girl walks out she had more color to her skin than her mother. She walked with ease and meaning she was very smart for her age and knew how to read and write. Which was rare for a girl in the 1600s, she had brown curly hair with brown eyes and pink lips. She had a black dress and a black shawl. This was Prudence before later into that night.

   A man walked in he had brown hair like his daughter, Prudence. He smiled and hummed to himself and motioned for them to follow him. While a young boy 2 years older than Prudence, his blonde hair getting in his hazel eyes as he smiled as well.

" Hey Prudence they say this one is a real witch I wonder if its true!" he smiled at his sister as he said this.

" That would be interesting and dangerous, Christopher. We must not shout out during the assembly remember." Prudence said while looking forward not even glancing at her family she only walked with intention to do something.

" Kids were here." Prudence's father stated. Prudence had never learned his name no one had they only called him sir. Some called him Mr. No-name but when he herd them say it he would warn them. He was the most trusted citizen and many always wanted to hear his opinion.

  " Prudence looked to see a room quickly filling up , they sat right next to the jury. Prudence walked with her family but looked to the victim like everyone else did. A boy who could care less about these town trials looked at her, the witch. Her eyes were dark and hollow she looked broken, but the reason everyone was looking at her is she was staring straight at the sky with a crooked smile and those broken eyes.