The Witch - Chapter one (First Meet)

Hello, and welcome to my first story.
This is only the first part, and I plan there to be more. While this one involved no sex it's the start to a very promising story. If you don't read this the other parts will make little to no sense to you. Please leave comments and constructive critism is welcome.
This story is set in the 17th Century, so I'm sorry if my dated writing is not that good. I am currently doing a play called 'Vinigar Tom' at college which is what inspired this story.

Thankyou.

Sammi
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I was born in the year 1623, and I was lucky to survive to be as old as I am now. Unfortunately my mother wasn’t as lucky. She died giving birth to me, as she couldn’t afford a midwife, and the only one in our small town who would do it for free was supposedly a witch. And nobody wanted to be associated with a witch.

When I was born I was small and frail, and my father thought that I would die. When I was two months old my health had deteriorated considerably. I was thin, and wasn’t eating or drinking anything. By this point my father was sure I would die, but I was only thing left in the world to remind him of my mother. So in at midnight he took me into the woods, to Alicia Jane’s house, the witch.

My father was desperate to keep my alive, and so did something that the rest of the town would have plagued him for.

My father never told me the rest of the story, only that the witch helped me, and that she foretold that there would be a price to pay for her kindness. He warned me to stay away from her, and never go into the woods.

But that’s the past. I have only told it you so you can understand the present. It is now the year 1641, and I am eighteen years old, and still without a husband. My father had tried to find me one for years with no success. Every man that he attempted to wed me to was instantly repelled and never came near me again. My father often muttered that this was the price we were to pay, and sometimes he was grateful that that was all it was.

I had grown into a fine woman. Long blonde hair, that fell in thick waves down to my waist. My eyes were a beautiful sapphire blue, like my mothers. My skin was extremely pale, and that my father couldn’t understand, since neither he nor my mother had as pale skin as mine.

It was the middle of June, and I was sitting outside my house with my friend Anne. Anne was married, and had three kids. Anne was nineteen years old, and had curly red hair.

We were both sitting cross legged on the grass outside my house, talking.

“Honestly Alli, you should try harder to find a husband.” She told me. My name was actually Alison, but everyone called me Alli.

“I do try Anne. But no man wants me. They see me, and they run for the hills like I’ve got the Black Plague.” I sighed, running my hand through my hair. Anne grabbed my hand and held it tightly.

“I don’t think that’s the case. You just haven’t found the right man yet.” She said kindly, and I nodded.

Suddenly we heard a scream from inside my house. We both stood up and rushed inside. We found my father lying unconscious on the floor. I rushed over to him, and saw that his breathing was very shallow.

“Get the doctor! Quick!” I yelled at Anne. She rushed outside, leaving me with my father. Luckily we lived close to the doctor and soon he rushed in to see what the matter was. He checked my father over, and stood up, taking me aside.

“I am very sorry Alison. But I don’t think your father will survive the night. He is very old, and I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.” He said solemnly. I nodded, tears silently rolling down my cheeks. He left, and so did Anne, leaving me with my dying father.

It’s been three weeks since my fathers’ death, and I was more alone than ever. Without my mother and father, or a husband, and Anne was busy with her own life, it left me alone in the house. The other people in the village noticed how withdrawn I was, and often came to check I was okay.

One day I got so sick of being inside that I decided to go outside for a walk. As I walked, I didn’t really pay much attention to where I was going. When I was finally aware of my surroundings I realized that I was in the middle of the woods. I quickly turned to go straight back out, my fathers warning in my mind, when I heard a voice from behind me. Her voice sounded like music to my ears, and I instantly wanted to turn around, regardless of my fathers warning.

“Hello, girl.” She greeted me. As much as I wanted to turn around, I couldn’t, frozen by fear of my fathers warning. “Do not be afraid, I mean you no harm. Just turn around so I may see to whom I speak.” She said calmly, and I felt my fear begin to subside, and I turned around slowly. The woman who had spoken was breathtakingly beautiful. My beauty was nothing in comparison. Her hair was a fiery red, and fell in thick waves so it nearly touched the grass where she stood. Her eyes were a bright green and I felt like they could see through me, right to my soul. Her skin was as pale as my own, with a sprinkling of freckles over her nose.

She lifted her hand, and beckoned me forwards, a look of confusion on her flawless face.

“Come closer girl, I recognise you.” I moved towards her slowly, and as I came closer she smiled, taking my breath away. Soon I was standing only a small space from her. She nodded her head. “Yes, you are Alison, the child who’s life I saved?” She asked me, and I nodded, already knowing that this was Alicia Jane, the witch. She lifted her hand and stroked my cheek gently. “You know there is a price for my kindness?” She asked me, and I instantly became afraid. My father had often warned me that the price was sure to be unpleasant. Somehow she sensed my fear and took my face in her hands, her face full of compassion “Shh, little-one. I mean you no harm. The price is not as unpleasant or as painful as you fear. I simply desire your companionship. As I understand you’re father is dead, and you are now alone, so I understand that you might need my company as I need yours.” She said, letting me go and standing back, holding her hand out in invitation. I wanted to protest, to run back home and stay away from this witch. But something inside of me understood the meaning in her words. I was lonely, and I was pretty certain she was as lonely, if not more lonely than I was. So I took her hand, following her deeper into the woods.