She stood at the edge of the pond. It was bigger in her time and not as nice. The centerpiece was added in the recent decades but what they’re forgetting was that this pond was once the spot where witches were placed on trial.
She was one of the victims. Her mother was a full-bred witch while her father was not. She was barely fifteen when her power began to show. She couldn’t control it and accidentally exposed herself on market day. She was placed under arrest and was put on trial. Her hands and legs were bound in heavy chains as she was thrown into the pond. Unable to use her powers, she struggled and drowned. Not long after, her mother was arrested and placed through the same test. She survived, hence proved herself was indeed a witch and was burned at the stake.
She thought she would reunite with her mother after-death but after centuries of searching, she gave up until today. “Annabelle?” She looked up as she heard her name called for first time in over three centuries. “Mother.”