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Festival of the Witch’s Rite: Part 2

Meredyth awoke the next morning still thinking about that weird shop from the night before. Three. There were three gems there that she couldn't touch, and two wood carvings that stirred something deep inside of her. As if they were ingrained in her memory as part of her childhood, but she had never seen them before. When she picked them up, she knew automatically that they had a purpose. She knew they had a use, a power. But she didn't know what it was or how to use them. She knew that certain artifacts had certain effects on her, but she had never, ever seen that many in one place before. She had to ask Taretha about it. There was no forgetting that.

After breaking her fast on fresh bread and cheese, Meredyth set out to find Taretha. Since Taretha would be playing a role in that night’s ritual, Meredyth wanted to find her before preparations began.

The second day of the festival was a reenactment of what happened in the village fifty years ago. Each year, volunteers would pick roles, build sets, and recreate the events that lead to the town’s rebirth. There was never a lack of volunteers; everyone in the village loved the ritual. With each passing year, the sets got more elaborate and the roles got more exaggerated. Meredyth used to participate, but she got less interested as she grew older. It seemed rather childish to her now. She still liked to watch the villagers, though, and she loved hearing the story told over again.

Meredyth walked around the whole village, but Taretha was nowhere to be found. She even knocked on the door of Taretha’s little cottage, but Taretha wasn’t there. Reluctantly, she gave up her search. She would ask about that weird shop when they saw each other after the enactment. She would not forget this time.

 Taretha picked up a broad necklace with a glowing green gem on it and held it to the light, admiring it. It looked so much better lit by the sun than by dim, flickering torches.

“I think this should go very nicely with my dress tonight. What do you think?”

“I don’t think one of the Council of Seven would wear something like that.” Aryst said flatly.

“Oh, come now. This isn’t meant to be so serious, you know.”

“Taretha, are you serious? You know what this ritual’s about, right? You were there when this took place. You remember what happened. Do you have any respect for that day?”

Taretha’s face darkened. “Of course I do. I remember it too well. Aryst, the townsfolk remember this as a happy event. We must act like it was, no matter what consequences it had for us.” She put the gem down and studied Aryst for a moment. “I’m as frustrated as you are. But there’s nothing we can do.”

Aryst looked down at her hands and sighed. After a moment, she looked back up at Taretha. “I think that gem would look amazing with the dress you’re going to wear tonight. I’ll let you borrow it for the evening, if you’d like.”

Taretha smiled. “I’d very much like that. Thank you, dear.” She took the gem with her as she left the shop and started across town.

 Mr. Yeranem lived in a small hut on the east side of the village. Taretha knocked on the old wooden door, and it opened with a creak. Mr. Yeranem stood hunched in the doorway, grinning at her. He looked as old and worn as his hut did. His hair stuck out of his head at odd angles and his teeth were cracked and yellow with age.

“Taretha! It’s good to see you!” He rasped. His voice was old and rough from years of coughing fits. “How’s your family?” Taretha sighed and looked away. Sometimes, Mr. Yeranem seemed to be living in another time.

“They’re doing well. What have you been working on?” His hut was littered with unfinished projects and things that had been taking apart but not quite put back together yet.

“Mr. Jordan’s clock broke and he wanted me to fix it, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet. Little Robert was sick last week, you know.” He pulled out a cloth and coughed violently into it for a few seconds, and then continued, gasping for breath while he talked. “It’s just a head cold, so I gave him some weirmot root tea and he improved.” After another coughing fit, he offered Taretha a chair that had a pile of books on it.

“Oh, that’s not necessary. I’ll be leaving soon.”

“You have a part in the festival, too, don’t you? You have to prepare. Take your time doing that, because this year’s going to be a big one!” He said that for every festival.

“Yes, I have a part. I just came by to see if you needed anything. I know you’ve been busy, what with the clock and little Robert.”

“I thought I needed some more bread, but Meredyth brought me some a little while ago. I think she was looking for someone.” Another violent coughing fit. “I think that child is up to no good. She’s always asking about this and that, poking her nose where it doesn’t belong. I say, she should just keep to herself and work in the bakery. And that’s not just because I like the bread. Have you tried the sesame seed bread? It’s the best.”

“Yes, Mr. Yeranem. It’s very good.”

“Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh, Meredyth. She keeps asking me if I believe in witches. I don’t know what to say to her. I don’t want her to know. I think she’d somehow find a way to repeat the past, and I don’t like it. I want what’s in the past to stay there. But, in truth, it was easier back then for a young apothecary to do his work. I seem to remember a young Taretha with night terrors. You would go right to sleep after having your wildberry soup, all curled up with the little doll your mother made for you.”

“That was long ago, Mr. Yeranem.”

“And Meredyth had night terrors when she was that age, too. I thought it was so kind of you to give that doll to her.” He burst into a fit of forceful coughing, his face turning red. He gasped for breath between coughs.

Taretha broke in. “It was nice to speak with you, Mr. Yeranem, but I really should be going now. I need to prepare for tonight.”

“Oh, that’s right. The festival is tonight. I think I have a part in that, too.”

“Yes, Mr. Yeranem. You’ll be playing the witch. Remember?”

Mr. Yeranem smiled broadly, his cracked teeth making his smile look crooked. “Yes, the witch. It’s finally my turn to play the witch. I couldn’t be more excited for it.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I’ll see you this evening, alright?”

“Alright. Have a good evening.”

“You too, Mr. Yeranem. Let me know if you need anything.” She left his hut feeling grateful that she still had her wits. She walked back to her cottage, planning for the night.

 As the sun sank toward the horizon, villagers and visitors gathered in the town square. Meredyth joined the crowd, excited to see the story told again. As it got darker, a man carrying a flame lit several large torches around the stage. Villagers began taking their places on the raised wooden platform at the north end of the square, and the audience quieted. The Narrator spoke.

“Before we start, I want to thank all of you for coming. You really make it a joy to put on this festival. What?”A small boy ran out to the center of the stage, said something, and then ran away again. “Oh. Yes. I’d like to introduce our cast. The villagers and extra roles will be played by the children: Zelda, Rauru, Dina, Farosh, Nayra, and Kilton. The Council of Seven will be played by Egwene, Perrin, Elayne, Matrim, Nynaeve, and Taretha.” As each name was called, the audience burst into applause. “The witch this year will be played by our very own Mr. Yeranem. Once again, thank you for coming, and enjoy! Let the story begin.”

When the applause died down, the Narrator began anew.

 “Long, long ago, witches lived in Sareht. There were quite a few, and they would gather in secret occasionally. No one knew what they talked about during these secret meetings, but they never did anything to hurt anyone. Actually, most of them were really helpful. Some were assigned certain duties, like protecting the village from darkwolves that occasionally attacked. Some of them were assigned to preserving the history of the town and the province. Most of them, though, were not really assigned to anything specific, so they would help out wherever they were needed. In the meantime, they lived their lives peacefully, and you wouldn’t know they were witches if you saw one. They didn’t use magic outside of their homes or do anything out of the ordinary. This is a story about one such Witch.”

 The Witch angrily stalked through the center of the village. A Villager, carrying a basket of bread, stopped her.

“Are you alright? Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing of your concern.” She said with a sneer.

The Villager hesitated. “Well, let me know if I can help you in any way.”

“Why would I need help from the likes of you? It’s bad enough that the other witches want to help me. I don’t need help from anyone at all, and you’d do well to remember it. It isn’t-“ the Witch burst into a coughing fit, pulling out a dirty cloth to cover her mouth. When she resumed, she was gasping for breath. “It isn’t right to assume that I’m incapable of anything. I can’t believe you! I can’t believe any of you!”

The Villager backed away a little bit, frightened. “I’m sorry. I meant no offense.”

“Of course you didn’t. You never do. No one ever does. No one ever means anything. Isn’t that just how it is these days?” The Witch started laughing. “I suggested that they send a team into the woods to go hunting for wolves. I volunteered to lead it. What did they do? Send a team, but send someone else to lead it. ‘No offense.’ Right. It doesn’t matter to them that I’m the strongest of them all, or the smartest. They never listen! No one ever listens to me!”

The Villager was at a loss. “Well…” She shifted the bread basket on her hip. “I’m sorry to hear that.” She shifted the bread basket to her other hip and bit her lip nervously. “I wish there was something I could do. This bread’s going to get hard soon, though, so I’ll be on my way. You know where I am if… If you should… wish for my… assistance. May Sareht be with you.” With that, she quickly curtsied, turned around, and walked away.

The Witch stared after her, muttering to herself. “How dare she suggest that I need anything from her! Do they all think I’m a ninny? I’ll show them. I’ll show them all.”

That night, as all of the villagers slept, the Witch silently crept out of her home. She walked to the center of the village, cackling softly to herself. “They’ll listen to me. They’ll listen to me when their Goddess is dead!”

 The next morning as villagers were starting to wake up and prepare for the day, a horn blew from off in the distance. A team of three witches assigned to protecting the village hastily ran out of their cottage in the direction of the horn.

“Thank Sareht it’s only one blast. We can handle one darkwolf.”

“Yes, I think we’ll be just fine. Darkwolves are strong, but we’ve dealt with one before. I’ll hold it still while you two take care of it.”

“Do you see that?” One of the witches pointed. “There’s a weird glow around the village.”

“That’s just the sun setting. It always looks like that.”

“Yeah, don’t be ridiculous, Nayra.”

They reached the darkwolf before Nayra had a chance to respond. The giant wolf immediately started snarling when it saw them, recognition and pure hatred in its eyes. It drew back, circling around the witches menacingly. One of the witches raised her arms, and the wolf let out an angry bark. The witch bit her lower lip in concentration. The wolf, still snarling and growling, slowed in its movements as if it were moving through thick honey. It started to lunge toward one of the witches, but froze before it reached her. Once the wolf was subdued, the two other witches joined hands. They raised their free hands toward the frozen wolf and counted down.

“Three, two, one!”

With a loud crack like thunder and a bright flash of light, the wolf crumpled to the ground. The lone witch finally lowered her arms, exhaling forcefully.

“That was a strong one. Good job, you guys.”

They didn’t have long to celebrate. Another horn blew from off in the distance, this time with three short blasts. The witches looked at each other in fear.

“There’s no way we can handle a whole pack of darkwolves. I hope other witches come to help us.”

“I hope so too, but let’s hurry before they reach the village.”

The witches took off in the direction of the horn, heading north through the center of the village. They stopped dead when they reached the central square. For a few seconds, they were unable to speak. They simply gaped in utter shock and terror at what they saw.

“Sareht, be with us!”

“Oh, Sareht!”

“The Goddess Tree…!”

One of the witches dropped to her knees and fervently started praying, her hands shaking as she clasped them together. The horn blew again in three short blasts, but the witches didn’t notice.

“Sareht, who would set the Goddess Tree on fire?”

“It’s not even burning...! There’s fire, but it’s not burning!”

“The benches under the tree aren’t even there anymore, they’re just piles of ash! Who would do this? How did this happen?” Villagers started to gather around the square, gaping in shock. They murmured amongst themselves.

At that moment, the Witch walked out from behind a building, utterly calm. She raised her voice to be heard over the roaring flames.

“Darkwolves are attacking the village. The Goddess Tree is on fire. Don’t you see what this means? Sareht has abandoned us!” The villagers gasped in horror. “Do you really think Sareht, our peaceful and protective Goddess, would have let this happen?” More murmurs. “She’s only showing us that she won’t protect us anymore. We need to find someone else to protect us. But who could be strong enough to protect the village from a whole pack of darkwolves?”

As if on cue, four darkwolves ran toward the villagers, snarling and growling angrily. The Witch held up her hands. With a crack louder than any thunder and a flash of light that made even the flames seem dim, all four darkwolves all crumpled to the ground. The villagers murmured in astonishment, eyeing the Witch.

“Neighbors, friends, you need not fear. I will protect you from darkwolves. I will heal all of your ills and protect you from the future. All I ask in return is that you follow me. Together, we will be the greatest, most prosperous city that the province has ever seen!”

The villagers murmured amongst themselves, casting sidelong glances at her. The Narrator walked to the center of the stage as the villagers shuffled away.

 “For days, the Goddess Tree burned. And yet, mysteriously, it was never damaged. It remained as lush and green as ever, despite hotter flames than any the villagers had ever seen before. For days, the other witches in the village refused to help. Villagers grew suspicious and resentful of them. Tensions flared between villagers, between neighbors. You never knew who was a witch and you didn’t want to associate with one. Finally, rain came and the fire was put out, but everyone was still scared. No one talked to anyone else unless they had to, and former friends would look at each other sideways. The villagers called together the Council of Seven to administer justice, even though it had not been called in many decades.” The Narrator then resumed his position at the side of the stage. Behind him, the Witch was facing a table with seven villagers seated around it. One of the villagers rose to her feet and addressed the audience.

 “This Council was called to session by agreement of the village to settle all disputes that may arise. Our councillors have been appointed by popular vote to determine the facts of the case and ensure that justice is being administered in a timely manner. Our consensus on what happened and what is to be done is final.” He turned to the Witch. “Do you agree to these terms?”

“I agree.” The Witch appeared composed with her hands folded in her lap, but she was fidgeting.

“Very well. Let’s begin. You have been accused of setting the Goddess Tree on fire. Did you?”

“Why would I do something so sinister? How could I—” she stopped suddenly and looked away. “I mean, no. I didn’t.”

“Then why were you so calm when you saw the tree was burning?”

“I wasn’t.” She swallowed hard. “I don’t really show emotion much.”

“Why did you claim that Sareht had abandoned us? Why did you ask us to ‘follow you’ immediately after discovering the tree was burning?”

“I wanted these people to know that they still had someone to turn to. And it was obvious that Sareht had abandoned us because the tree was on fire.”

“No one has seen you at any prayer ceremonies or meetings, before or after the tree was set on fire. You’re not a particularly religious person, are you?”

“I pray in my home with my family. I followed Sareht until She showed us She wasn’t protecting us anymore. The Goddess Tree on fire and darkwolves attacking the village? It was a sign!”

Another council member stood up. “I think it was part of this witch’s plan.” She spat the word witch. “You set the tree on fire because you knew darkwolves would attack. You wanted them to attack so you could be the one to protect the village and people would obey you.” Some members in the audience shouted their agreement.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said firmly.

“Council members, do we agree that this witch set the Goddess Tree on fire and is responsible for the darkwolves attacking the village?”

“I agree,” said the other councillors as one.

“The Council agrees. We hereby banish you from this village. If we see you again, you will be forced to leave. You have until the end of the day to gather your belongings. You must leave before dawn.”

“But I have a family! What about my daughter? She’s only a child! You can’t do this to me!”

“I repeat, you are banished from the village.”

“And what if I refuse?”

The Council members all looked at each other in stunned silence. “You agreed that our decision was final at the first. You must listen to us.”

“No. I will not leave.”

More stunned silence. “The Council of Seven has spoken. If you do not leave before dawn, there will be consequences.”

 The Narrator walked to the center of the stage once again. “When the sun rose, the Witch had not left, nor had she even prepared to. No one had ever disobeyed the Council of Seven before. It was almost as horrific and unthinkable as, well, setting the Goddess Tree on fire. They couldn’t risk her doing anything like that again. They couldn’t bear the thought of having someone so treacherous, so violent, living in Sareht. Despite multiple attempts to get her to leave, she remained. So the villagers and the Council of Seven resorted to extreme measures to prevent her from repeating her actions.” The Narrator walked to the side of the stage, revealing the Witch standing on a wooden block on a scaffold with her arms tied behind her back. The Council of Seven was standing around the scaffold. One of them stood in front, addressing the audience.

 “Fellow villagers, this witch has set our sacred Goddess Tree on fire with the intent of usurping Sareht’s reign. She caused a panic among the villagers. She then defied the Council of Seven and remains a threat to our village. We cannot allow her to continue threatening us. For these crimes, we will hang her.” Members of the audience shouted and cheered loudly, clapping their hands and stomping their feet. The Councillor walked to the side of the scaffold and looked up at the Witch expectantly.

One of the Councillors standing on the scaffold with the Witch hesitated while putting a black hood on her. “Do you have any last words?” She asked almost gently.

Weeping, the Witch took a breath as if to speak. A member of the audience shouted, “Get on with it!” The Witch started crying harder, gasping for breath between her sobs.

The Councillor repeated, “Do you have any last words?”

The Witch gritted her teeth. “Just do it.”

The Councillor put the hood on and carefully placed the noose around the Witch’s neck. With tears in her eyes, she shoved the Witch off the wooden block, and the audience was in an uproar with applause.

 The Narrator walked back to the center of the stage. The audience cheered for a long minute, hooting and hollering their excitement to have the village cleansed of someone so evil. When the audience quieted, the Narrator spoke. “After the Witch was hanged-” He cut himself off when the crowd erupted in applause again. He held his hand out, and the audience quieted rapidly. “After the Witch was hanged, many of the villagers fled, most of whom were known to be witches. The villagers went back to their old ways and everyone started to trust each other again. Not a single darkwolf has attacked the village since. This horrific event caused by the terrible witches helped unite us as citizens of Sareht, and we are stronger for it!” The audience was riotous with applause, shouting, clapping, and foot-stomping. “This event caused Sareht to be reborn, even better than before! May Sareht keep us and protect us forever!” The applause lasted while the actors and actresses took their bows, doubling in volume when Mr. Yeranem came up to the center of the stage. After the final bows, the Narrator walked up once again. “I’d like to thank our cast and crew for their hard work in this production. I’d like to thank the children especially, because if they don’t remember the past, then who will?” He paused and smiled. “I’d also like to thank our visitors for traveling so far to come every year. We really appreciate it. Can we have one more round of applause for everyone who worked so hard on this?” The audience complied fervently. “Thank you again, everyone, and good night!”

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Since a few have been answered already I’ll answer the rest 

1: Looks are not important to me so much i believe there should be some kind of physical attraction, but i’m more about personality! 

2: relationships are totally worth it to me! I’m not into hooking up all the time plus my SO usually becomes my bestfriend 

3: no Obviously not lol 

4: It’s very complicated…. I’m technically not in a relationship with the guy, but we’ve both said we want to be… 

5: I’m not really sure what it is, but i don’t think it’s love just yet 

6: technically I guess I am? 

7: absolutely I prefer to be committed to one person! Tbh they get all of my time an attention when i’m not around friends and family. 

8: he’s just a bit taller than me has this crazy sense of humor that I completely adore. He’s got this adorable smile, deep brown eyes and hair and is so god damn handsome whenever I get a picture I melt (I actually almost fell over yesterday because of this) 

9: a guy with a great sense of humor who adores me as much as i do him.

10: I’m not really sure. I prefer to know a person before I say I’m in love. 

11: surprisingly yes! 

12: depending on how bad it is I will if it’s something stupid like they broke their plans with me or gave away a minor secret behind my back no biggie i’ll probably forgive them, but if they cheated or something…. i’m gone believe me I don’t do well with that shit

13: kinda, kinda not? it’s hard because like i’m not mad at the people that i’m getting jealous over… i’m just insecure. oh well lol

14: yessssss ahah same guy but also a little crush on some one else i think, but they’ll never know 

17: Yes! if it’s a quick kiss i’m A ok with it, but i don’t make out in public 

apparently there’s no 18 or 19??? soo uhm yeah 

20: i try to shower every day sometimes I dont get the chance and I have to shower the next day, but I keep myself clean!

21: I don’t know… IF ANY OF YA THINK I’M A CUTIE AND HAVE FEELS SEND ME ANON HEARTS AND I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER!!! 

22: I hope a certain some one is, but who knows for sure 

23: Yes are you kidding me!? People can’t do that?? like when i’m in a relationship holy shit i’m 110% into that person they become everything to me and also i’d never want to hurt some one in that way. 

24: I hope i’m at least engaged, but then again i could just be alone forever… so i guess if anyone wants to make a pact to get married by a certain age HMU Lmfao 

25: YESSSSS ugh i’m holding out on some one, but hey shit happens 

26: actually yes my Ex. and we’re still good friends. I also would not want to lose him. he’s an amazing person with a huge caring heart. 

27: I wouldn’t call it a poem, but it was a really long rant/letter to the man who loves me next. 

28: I’m not entirely sure, but my extremely mentally abusive ex probably did because a guilty conscience usually blames the other half. (he accused me of cheating and i would rather die than cheat on some one) 

29: No. never have. never will.

30: actually I have…. i’ve never felt good about my stomach and have always wanted to get it fixed some how, but i never will. 

31: yes I have. I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak 

32: I have many a time. you cant change some ones heart and thats fine! ]

33: obviously lol 

34: I mean I almost did once….

35: Of course I have haha

36: yes! in fact i almost dated him when we were in high school! 

37: yup…. and they told me, but i dated him anyways and what a fuck up that was….

38: yes!! omg i was in shock when it happened 

39: Yes, but they’d never know because I’m respectful 

40: all the time! i write to get my feelings out 

41: I have (and it was goooooooddd) 

43: my longest relationship was a year and a month or so. 

44: I’ve had a total of 5 boyfriend in my lifetime lol 

45: like 0 i was the human equivalent of birth control or some shit 

46: a lot with my SO at the time lol

47: 21! 

48: I’d probably tell them i’m really happy for them and wallow for a bit before moving on. 

49: I currently do not so i guess my favourite thing about the person I like is that goofy smile I get when i’m being cute lol 

50: I mean i don’t think i’ve met my true love so probably not?

51: there’s lots of people i would do anything for. i’m the type of person who drops anything for a friend in need.

52: Yes. a family member, my ex roommate. probably more, but you know what best of luck to them they’re gonna need it 

53. I’d hope not…. 

54: theres a lot of people i could never forget 

55: this one time a boyfriend of mine surprised me with a date where we drove all the way to one of his old home towns and he showed me around. he then took me to a dinosaur museum (which i love that shit so much) we walk through the entire thing and we got to the gift shop i went to the bathroom because it was like a 2-3 hour drive home and he bought me a stuffed T-rex and a cute keychain (i still have both)

56: 5 facts! I have a chubby tummy, long legs,a cute butt, thick thigs, pretty eyes, a cute smile and long/wild curly hair! and I’m very soft

57: I hope you realize that you turned out exactly like your father and you’re a pathological liar who deserves nothing more than whatever comes his way 

58: snacks! surprise adventures, cute snuggle days, HEAD RUBS!!! whispering cute things to me when I least expect it in public! 

59: Picture will be posted! 

60: If i remember correctly it was around 7 years 

61: their eyes and smile 

62: oh god honestly non sexual wise… run me a romantic bath. sexual wise…. we wont go there right now…

63: genitals touching other genitals? idk 

64: anything beyond joking flirtatiously tbh 

65: oh god whispering what they’re going to do to me. kissing down the neck and spine. those are just a few. 

66. Dominant and sub idk 

67: perfect date would probably be going out to a museum or aquarium and then going to a nice dinner 

68: straight 

69: I’m not really sure it varys 

70: Lots of things. whispering, slow kissing, touching 

71: ahaha this is akward my kinkiest wet dream was being tied up and dominated tbh 

73: just treat me like a princess for the day honestly 

74: some one who can lift me tbh 

75: sweetest thing was some one  brought me flowers to my work place and took me out for late night denny’s after a long anxious day. 

76: I guess making some one soup and cold remedies while they were sick 

77: as long as it’s legal and consensual then no biggie 

78: I almost was in a threesome once that was wild.

79: ah last time was some one got to hang out with a person i really wanted to hang out with but couldn’t because they’re too far away 

80: I tell my friends I love them at least once a day. so today technically. last time i said it and meant i was in love was at the beginning of the summer before my breakup 

81: Chris, dani, liam, hunter, and david  (only one of these ppl have a tumblr) 

82: my friend ash 

83: a guy named Jordan (he was my bestfriend in kindergarten)

84: distance was becoming too much for both of us

85: I mean technically I have (if you count online dating) but if not then yes probably 

thank you for asking!!!