• Its dark. So dark, and cold. Though no ones there the silence is so quiet I here unknown whispers echo through the room. The world is a cold and angry place. Sometimes I feel the weight of it. All the anger, sorrow, and regret. I scream, but again for hundreth time no one answers. I fight the darness that threatens to engolf me. I sttill hear the yelling of the people, as they watched me be torchered. I remember the laughing drunk faces of the court as they watched me burn. But among the people i see my daughter in the arms of my sister safe crying not knowing whats happening but seeing me in pain.I remember the sound of the whip. And thinking of every other torcher i endured I am filled with anger so much anger! I feel the wickan power surge through my vains but knowing that if i used magic they would hunt me and my family, my coven. still all alone the whispers echo, and the cold whips my skin. the darkness is so powerfull so unknown, but but strength is dwindling. I no longer feel the cold. But the whispres are now screams. And i notice they are mine. I no longer fight the darkness but welcome it with open arms as i am consumed.