Sorry there hasn’t been any new chapters for a while, I have been ill. I would however, like to share something with you all, something new. It is something I have been working on for a while now. I would like to know what you think about it and if you like to read more of it.
Below is part of the first chapter. There is no pictures but there will be if I decide to write more of it.
Nora sat in the kitchen as she did every night waiting for the house to fall silent. Being a mere servant she had little time to herself. Not that it mattered to her, there was little she liked doing when she wasn’t working besides sleeping. There was however, one thing that Nora did every night when the house was silent. It had become something of a ritual of hers.
A silent house was a sure sign that the family she worked for had all gone to bed. Confident that they had Nora slipped out of the house as quietly as she could and headed out into the garden. She tried not to walk at too quick a pace. That would raise the suspicion of anyone that did happen to be watching her. Just in case she stuck to the shadows where possible.
At the very back edge of the garden was a small enclosed garden. It had been created by Arther Brugmann as a birthday present for his wife Ellenor. It was perfect for Nora’s needs. The high hedges surrounding the garden hid her from the house. Anyone looking out of the windows of the windows of the house would not be able to see her.
Having done a quick look around to make perfectly sure she was alone Nora pulled out a wand. She was a witch and due to the beliefs of the town this was the only way she could practice her craft. Nothing else mattered when she was here in the garden. For a moment she could pretend that the witch hunter wasn’t real and practicing witchcraft wasn’t punishable by death.
Nora was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard someone speak quietly. She heard the words clearly. “S-she’s a witch.” Nora quickly turned her head in the direction of the voice but it was too late. Whoever had seen her had already left.
Fear suddenly grabbed Nora. Who had seen her? Would they report her? With little time Nora buried her wand beneath on of Ellenor’s beloved rose bushes before heading back to the house. Nora tried her best to walk calmly despite the fear and panic growing within her.
As Nora got close to the house it was clear that someone was waiting for her. She could make out the figure of someone standing in the doorway. Nora took a deep breath in order to calm down; she did not want any of her fear to show on her face.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Nora asked as she approached the doorway.