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In that?” “Asked Sarah” “look at it”

Sarah who just wanted to be precautionary took the trunk from the pocket of her green tunic and made it to size with her hand.

“The, the witch hunter!” “Madeline screamed”

The man started to laugh as he pulled out a medallion from underneath of his shirt that was a silver circle with a black gem in the middle of it.

and whaled it toward Madeline

Sarah took the vile and pulled the cork off within a seconds notice.

As what happened before all of the locks glowed red and began shaking

Sarah flung open the bars and took out two viles of healing potion

“sisters” she said “I think we should rest a bit, let’s go down and find somewhere to sleep.

“Are you kidding Madeline, witch hunters are about this time of night, finding and torturing innocent witches.” Said Sarah

“I know that but if we keep flying like this we may not make it, we have to take the risk” Madeline debated

“That was that” said Sarah conceitedly “now to find somewhere to stay for the night.”

“Look” said Madeline “over there, that barn”, Madeline had her finger in the direction of the barn that looked ready to fall apart.
“
In that?” “Asked Sarah” “look at it”

wisemann210 wrote:Chapter Two
The Witch Hunter’s Town

The midnight air was cool and crisp as the Canaby sisters flew high above the clouds. They had been flying [s]silently[/s] for at least an hour when Madeline broke the silence “Sisters,” she said. “I think we should rest a bit, let’s go down and find somewhere to sleep.”

“Are you kidding Madeline? Witch hunters are about this time of night, finding and torturing innocent witches!” [s]Said[/s] exclaimed Sarah.

“I know that, but if we keep flying like this we may not make it; we have to take the risk,” Madeline [s]debated[/s] added

“I agree with Madeline, Sarah let’s go,” Rose [s]retorted[/s] decided

Madeline and Rose [s]dove through the thick layers of clouds descending fast, Sarah reluctantly followed[/s] quickly descended through the thick clouds, and Sarah reluctantly followed. Going through the clouds was bad judgment [s]because[/s] as it [s]made them wet[/s] soaked them with rain water and [s]as[/s] they [s]descended[/s] they became cold. Finally reaching the dusty ground, the Canaby sisters looked around seeing a dusty Saying dusty again is repetitive. Find another adjective. road, an old [s]breaking down[/s] sagging[b] barn on a hill, and a couple of old houses with torches around them, giving enough light to let [s]them[/s] [b]sisters[/s] see where they were going.
“
I think we should get ourselves dried off before we get sick[b],” said Madeline.

“Oh wait; I have a spell in my spell book to do that,” Sarah [s]said[/s] informed them.

Sarah took the shrunken trunk and made it normal size with a wave of her hand, and reached through her clothing and got her spell book.
Flipping through her book she looked for an instant drying spell that could dry them off so they could be warm again. Okay, this is very redundant. Find different adjectives or verbs or something. “Ah, here it is,” Sarah exclaimed[]b, and[/b] concentrating on the spell she started to say it:

Objects that are wet
Where clothing and water met
Take the water away
And dry the clothes will stay

A mountainous I think this is the wrong adjective for what you are trying to convey. Find something else., bright yellow light engulfed them for a moment and then vanished, leaving all of the Canaby sisters dry and warm.
“That was that,” said Sarah conceitedly Since when is she conceited? She never seemed that way before “Now to find somewhere to stay for the night.”

“Look,” said Madeline. “Over there, that barn[]b.[/b]”[s],[/s] Madeline had her finger pointed in the direction of the barn that looked ready to fall apart.
[s]“[/s]
”In that?” [s]“[/s]Asked Sarah[s]”[/s] “Look at it.”
[s]“[/s]
”I know, but it will have to do until morning,” said Madeline.

The Canaby sisters started [s]to walk[/s] up the hill, getting their feet wet from the cold dew that had formed on the grass. They were all in a line, marching up the hill to get some needed rest for the next day of travel. [s]In[/s] finally reaching the barn the Canaby sisters found an old oil lamp [s]that had[/s] with a brass bottom and a dirty glass top. Also they found a bale of hay, which they could sleep on during the night that they were there. Other than a few stray bottles on the ground, the oil lamp, and the bale of hay the barn was completely deserted. Okay, this is a little choppy. Here’s a possible way to rewrite it:
…glass top, and a few bales of hay that could be used to sleep on. Other than those and a few stray bottles, the barn was empty.

“Are there no blankets?” Whined Sarah.

“Like I said it will have to do” said Madeline.

The Canaby sisters scattered the hay across the dirt ground to make it a little more comfortable [s]to sleep on[/s]. All three [s]of the[/s] sisters laid on the ground, trying to [s]go to[/s] fall sleep when Madeline gasped, making Rose and Sarah stand up. Madeline was having another premonition, which in this case was not good; [s]because[/s] at this time of night the witch hunters were out preying on unsuspecting witches. Sarah, [s]who[/s] just [s]wanted[/s] to be precautionary took the trunk from the pocket of her green tunic and made it to size with her hand. If she was right about what type of premonition Madeline was having she and her sisters would need help, magic help. With an exploding potion in her hand and a few healing potions in her deep pocket Sarah would be ready for anything. Madeline [s]came[/s] snapped back into reality and was very frightened. sweat poured down her face.

“What’s going to happen Madeline?” [s]Said Rose[/s] Rose asked frantically.

A few seconds passed without a word from Madeline[s], she was speechless[/s]

“Madeline!” Rose held onto both of her shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes. “What is going to happen?” Rose said calmly. But she’s not calm. She was just frantic. Allow them to show emotion, they could be killed

“The, the witch hunter!” [s]“[/s]Madeline screamed,[s]”[/s] [s]with her finger[/s] We will assume she’s pointing with her finger. pointing to the end of the barn where a man in [s]brown, torn[/s] torn brown Never use the same adjective twice in a row. Find something else. pants and a torn blue shirt stood.

“Sarah control him,” yelled Rose “Now!”

Sarah let out a green, sparkling beam from her eyes this time, which was where her power of control was strongest coming out of. You would think this time, since she’s facing a mortal, she wouldn’t use her full concentrated power. She should have used it from her eyes when facing Ruby. The beam of [s]green[/s] light hit the man then bounced off [s]like a rubber ball hitting a wall[/s]. [s]The man[/s] He started to laugh as he pulled [s]out[/s] a medallion from underneath [s]of[/s] his shirt. It [s]that[/s] was a silver circle with a black gem in the [s]middle of it[/s] center.

“Filthy witches, your powers don’t work when I’m wearing this little beauty, I got it from a witch I killed about a week ago who dared to come here.” Retorted That’s not a retort. More like a taunt. the man. “Now it’s your turn filthy scum!”
He took out a dagger, about five inches in length, and whaled it toward Madeline, penetrating her chest.

“NOOOOO!” yelled Sarah. she took the vile of exploding potion and threw it, hitting his leg, blasting it off.
The hunter lay on the ground bleeding and [s]knocked out[/s] unconscious from the blast. blood was strewn everywhere.

“Sarah, the healing potion. hurry!” Rose shrieked.
Sarah took the vile and pulled the cork off [s]within a seconds notice[/s] in seconds.
“I need to pull the dagger out Madeline. it’s going to hurt. I’m so sorry,” said Rose.

Rose took a firm grip on the handle and ripped Why did she rip it? That could speed up death. She should at least try to remove it gently. it out of Madeline’s chest. [s]she[/s] Madeline let out a [s]horrid scream that could pierce a soul[/s] horrid, soul-piercing scream.[/cb]. Blood was spilling out of the large gash in Madeline’s chest, staining the dark blue tunic she wore.

“Give me the potion, hurry” said Rose

Sarah rushed her the potion, [b]and Rose poured the potion on Madeline’s seemingly lifeless body [s]where the wound was[/s]. Madeline’s chest[s], from the potion,[/s] started to bubble and release a blue gas that [s]vanished[/s] vaporized in the air above them. Slowly Madeline’s chest started to close and mend itself shut.

“Come on, come on!” yelled Rose, [s]as hot tears ran[/s] hot tears running down her face. Madeline started to stir.
[s]Madeline[/s] She slowly opened her eyes and sat up. “What [s]just[/s] happened? is everyone alright?” Madeline [s]said[/s] asked, questioned, something like that

“We should be asking you that; you almost died!” [s]said[/s] Sarah exclaimed

“I did?” Madeline [s]said[/s] asked, surprised. “Well what became of the hunter?”

“Over there.” [s]pointed[/s] Sarah[s], she[/s] was pointing to the lifeless corpse on the ground, [s]that was[/s] surrounded by a pool of blood.

“How did he even find us?” Madeline [s]said[/s] questioned.

“My guess is that when Sarah did the drying spell, he saw the bright light [s]surrounding us[/s], then from there he followed us until we were most vulnerable.” Rose [s]said[/s] answered.

“Well now he’s taken care of; we won’t have to worry.” [s]said[/s] Sarah conceded
[s]Sarah’s[/s] Her words couldn’t have been more wrong in that moment; Madeline let out another gasp, [s]with[/s] her head looking straight up[s],[/s] to the roof of the barn.

“Another premonition? Please let it be good” whined I think that’s more like begging than whining. Sarah. How come Madeline is the only one that gets premonitions? And why do they need them when Sarah knows everything? For that matter, shouldn’t Sarah have known that the spell would attract a witch hunter?
A minute passed and Madeline came to normal and told her sisters what a horrible premonition she had. That’s redundant. Find a different word for horrible.

“It was horrible,” [s]said[/s] whispered Madeline[s]”[/s] “At least a dozen witches trapped in the house we saw, I think in a dungeon of some sort, we have to help.”

“Yes,” [s]said[/s] Sarah agreed. “We must.”

“How would we go about it?” [s]said[/s] Rose asked “And what if there are more hunters there?”

“We’ll have to make it up as we go, we can’t just leave them there to die” said Madeline. Couldn’t they jus ask Sarah what to do, how to do it, and when? I thought she knew everything.

Going down the hill made the Canaby sisters feel as though they were on an important mission, again getting the dew on them from the grass. Reaching the dusty ground at the bottom of the hill, the Canaby sisters pondered which of the three old houses kept the witches imprisoned. Couldn’t they ask Sarah? They chose the one that had a cellar door on the side because Madeline’s premonition showed the witches in a dungeon type area, under lock and key.

Once at the cellar door the Canaby sisters saw that it was [s]locked[/s] held shut with a big iron lock.

“No matter,” said Sarah. “I know a spell from the top of my head to get this unlocked.” Concentrating, she started the spell:

Unlock the lock
Break the boundary
What keeps us out
Now lets us in
Make this lock turn to tin Creative

The lock rattled and turned bright red making clanking sounds as [s]it did so,[/s] well. With that the lock settled back to normal, only [s]this time[/s] now it was opened.

Sarah opened the cellar door to find a dirt stairway [s]made of light brown dirt that led[/s] leading down into the ground for at least twenty feet. The Canaby sisters, without knowing what was at the bottom, Oh, but one of them knows, because one of them has the gift of knowledge. started to descend into the darkness.
[s]“[/s]
”It’s very dark,” whispered Madeline.

“Yeah, I know,” [s]said[/s] Rose agreed.

“Hello we’re witches, [s]duh[/s]” said Sarah. “Let’s use our auras to lighten this place up.”

One by one the Canaby sisters formed an orb of shining light around their hands, the result was good, but the sight was bad. The dozen witches lay behind the bars, some bleeding, some bruised, and all famished.
“Oh my goodness,” [s]cried Sarah[/s] cried. “Look at what that man did to them.”
[s]Rose and Madeline along with Sarah[/s] The sisters were speechless; they felt so helpless.
Sarah [s]from nowhere[/s] suddenly started to say the unlocking spell one more time:

Unlock the lock
Break the boundary
What keeps us out
Now lets us in
Make this lock turn to tin

As [s]what happened[/s] before all of the locks glowed red and began shaking, then they settled, [s]and made[/s] making a thud as they hit the ground. Sarah flung open the bars, [s]and[/s] took out two vials of healing potion, and uncorked them. [s]Putting[/s] With a vial in each hand she sprinkled the potion over every witch in the [s]cage type[/s] prison. The skin of the witches bubbled, making the bruises[s],[/s] and cuts go away. [s]the air from two vials of that potion, in such a confined space, turned the air blue[/s] In such a confined space, the gas from the two vials of potion turned the air blue. A minute or so passed, [s]clearing the air and with it[/s] the air cleared and the witches started to wake up. [s]and[/s] the first people they saw were the Canaby sisters.

wisemann210 wrote:Chapter Two
The Witch Hunter’s Town

My suggestions are in bold - Xavia-finch

The midnight air was cool and crisp as the Canaby sisters flew high above the clouds. They had been flying silently for at least an hour when Madeline broke the silence.
“Sisters,” she said, “I think we should rest a bit, let’s go down and find somewhere to sleep.

“Are you kidding Madeline, witch hunters are about this time of night, finding and torturing innocent witches,” said Sarah. >> Finding and torturing innocent witches seems to plain and obvious for a witch to say... maybe show it.. tell a story.. eg. "Are you kidding Madeline? Remember what happened to Galadriel Bilderbury? It's not safe for witches at this time of night... The hunters are relentless."

“I know that, but if we keep flying like this we may not make it, we have to take the risk,” Madeline debated.

“I agree with Madeline. Sarah lets go,” Rose retorted. >> I don't think retorted is the right word. It makes it sound like they are enemies having a vicious argument. New word.

Madeline and Rose dove through the thick layers of clouds descending fast, Sarah following reluctantly behind. Going through the clouds was a bad decision; it made them wet with rain water and as they descended, became bitterly cold. Finally reaching the dusty ground, the Canaby sisters looked around. They could see a dusty road, an old breaking down barn on a hill, and a couple of old houses with torches around them that produced enough light to let them see where they were going.

“I think we should get ourselves dried off before we get sick,” said Madeline.

“Oh wait, I have a spell in my spell book to do that,” Sarah said. >> Oh wait, I have a spell in my spell book? Also a little bit obvious. Do you think she would remember every spell every spell in a book? That could be like remembering a history text book. "Oh wait," she quickly rambled, "I think there's a spell somewhere..."

Sarah took the shrunken trunk and with a wave of her hands, it had returned to normal size. After sorting through a jungle of clothes, she extracted and thick, ancient looking book. She flipped through its musty pages, looking for a spell that might dry them off so they could be warm again.
“Ah here it is,” Sarah exclaimed. Creasing her brow in concentration, she started to mutter the spell in a dull, hoarse whisper.

Objects that are wet
Where clothing and water met
Take the water away
And dry the clothes will stay
>> This poem needs some work. How can the clothes STAY dry if they were wet.. Rather they would transform from wet to dry..

Bright yellow light cascaded around them like an overflowing fountain and engulfed the darkness. Then, as quickly as it had come, it vanished, leaving all of the Canaby sisters dry and warm.

“That was that,” said Sarah conceitedly, “now to find somewhere to stay for the night.”

“Look,” said Madeline, pointing a long finger into the distance, “over there, that old barn.”

“In that?” Asked Sarah, a look of disgust spreading across her face, “look at it!”

“I know, but it will have to do until morning” said Madeline resolutely.

The Canaby sisters started to walk up the hill, getting their feet wet from the cold dew that had formed on the grass. They marched in a line, venturing towards the dilapidated shack in pursuit of some much needed rest for the next day of travel. In finally reaching the barn, the Canaby sisters found an old oil lamp with a dusty brass bottom and a dirty glass top. Also, they found a bale of hay, which they could transform into a sufficient, if somewhat scratchy, bed. Other than a few stray bottles on the ground, the oil lamp, and the bale of hay, the barn was completely deserted.

“Are there no blankets?” whined Sarah in an annoying, melancholy voice.

“Like I said, we will just have to make do,” Madeline replied.

The Canaby sisters scattered the hay across the dirt ground to make it a little more comfortable to sleep on. All three of the sisters sprawled themselves out, trying with difficulty, to go to sleep. Their eyes were barely shut, when Madeline let out a gasp, making Rose and Sarah jump up with haste. Madeline was having another premonition, which in this case[b], was not good because, if found by the witch-hunters, they would certainly be made a target.[/b] Sarah, with her precautionary instinct, took the trunk from the pocket of her green tunic and made it to size with her hand. If she had guessed right about what type of premonition Madeline was having, she and her sisters would need help - magic help. With an exploding potion in her hand and a few healing potions deep in her pocket, Sarah would be ready for anything. Madeline descended back into reality with a shaky, frightened sigh, sweat pouring down her clammy face.

“What’s going to happen Madeline?” Said Rose frantically.

A few seconds passed without a word from Madeline, who was mumbly deliriously.

“Madeline!” Rose held onto both of her shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes “what is going to happen?” Rose said calmly

Suddenly, with no warning, Madeline issued a piercing shriek that could crack glass windows.

"The witch-hunter, the - the - inquisitor!" she gasped, pointing towards the end of the barn.

A maniacal man in brown, torn pants and a tattered blue shirt stood boldly in the doorway.

“Sarah do something! Control him!” yelled Rose with urgency, “now!”

Sarah's eyes flashed green, giving off a strange beam of light. Her stare was had the strongest power of control and was dangerous to any one who wished to keep their own will. The beam of poison green light hit the man[b], then bounced off his chest like a rubber ball ricocheting off the walls.[/b] The man started to laugh loudly as he pulled out a strange medallion from underneath of his shirt. It was a silver circle with a black gem in the very centre of it.

“Filthy, dirty women witches, your powers won’t work when I’m wearing this little beauty! I got it from a witch I killed about a week ago, who stupidly dared to come here,” Retorted the hunter, “now it’s your turn filthy scum!”

He took out a dagger, about five inches in length, and whirled it toward Madeline, its deathly sharp tip penetrating her chest.

“NOOOOO!” yelled Sarah.
She took the vile of potion and threw it with perfect precision. Landing at his feet, it exploded, blasting his leg into shreds. The hunter lay on the ground, twitching in agony as blood swept across the barn floor.

“Sarah, the healing potion, hurry!” Rose shrieked.
Sarah took the vile and quickly removed the cork, her hands fumbling nervously.
“I need to pull the dagger out Madeline, it’s going to hurt, I’m so sorry,” said Rose.

Rose took a firm grip on the handle and, mustering all of her courage, wrenched it out of Madeline’s chest. A loud horrid scream ripped through the air with enough velocity to pierce a soul. Blood was spilling out of the large gash in Madeline’s chest, staining the dark blue tunic she wore.

“Give me the potion, hurry” said Rose, flapping her hands at Sarah in panic.

Sarah rushed forward with the potion. Rose snatched the bottle up immediately and poured the contents on Madeline’s seemingly lifeless body, immersing the wound in liquid. Madeline’s chest started to bubble peculiarly and then released a pungent blue gas that vanished in the air above them. Slowly Madeline’s chest started to close and mend itself shut.

“Come on, come on,” yelled Rose, hot tears running down her face. Madeline started to stir.
She slowly opened a bleary eye and then gradually sat up.

“what just happened?" she vaguely murmured, "is everyone alright?”

“We should be asking you that, you almost died” said Sarah, relief rippling through her veins.

“I did?” Madeline said, “well what became of the hunter?”

“Over there” pointed Sarah, nodding at the bloody, lifeless corpse on the ground.

“How did he even find us?” Madeline asked.

“My guess is that when Sarah did the spell, he saw the bright light surrounding us, then from there he followed us until we were most vulnerable,” Rose said knowingly.

“Well now he’s taken care of, we won’t have to worry” said Sarah.

Sarah’s words couldn’t be more wrong in that moment; Madeline let out another gasp, her head looking straight up, to the roof of the barn.

“Another premonition! Please let it be good,” whined Sarah tiredly.
A minute passed and Madeline came to normal and told her sisters what a horrible premonition she had.

“Its horrible,” Madeline breathed, her eyes growing large with fear, “There are at least a dozen witches, all trapped in the house we saw. I think in a dungeon of some sort. Should we help them?”

“Yes,” answered Rose, “we must” >> I think sarah was a bit too tired at this point to want more adventure... so i changed it to rose.

“How would we go about it?” asked Sarah, “and what if there are more hunters there?”

“We’ll have to make it up as we go, we can’t just leave them there to die,” said Madeline.

Going down the hill, the Canaby sisters felt as though they were marching to war. Reaching the dusty ground at the bottom of the hill, they wondered which of the three old houses could possibly hold the witches imprisoned. They chose the one that had a cellar door on the side because Madeline’s premonition showed the witches in a dungeon type area, under lock and key.

Once at the cellar door the Canaby sisters saw that a big iron padlock held it shut fast.

“No matter,” said Sarah bravely, “I know a spell from the top of my head to get this unlocked.”

Concentrating once again, she started the spell

Unlock the lock
Break the boundary
What keeps us out
Now lets us in
Make this lock turn to tin

The lock rattled and turned bright red and making a clanking sound, the lock settled back to normal. Only this time, it was opened.

Sarah opened the cellar door to find a stairway made of light brown dirt. It must have led down into the ground for at least twenty feet. The Canaby sisters, without knowing what they would face at the bottom, started to descend into the darkness.

“It’s very dark,” whispered Madeline.

“Really?" asked Rose sarcastically, "I had no idea."

“Did both of you suddenly forget that we're witches?” Sarah put in, “let’s use our auras to lighten this place up.”

One by one the Canaby sisters formed an orb of shining light around their hands. The result was good, but the vision before them was bad. A dozen witches lay behind the bars, some bleeding, some bruised, and all famished.

“Oh my goodness,” cried Sarah, “look at what that man did to them!”

Rose and Madeline, along with Sarah, were speechless. They felt incredibly helpless.
Sarah, from nowhere, started to repeat the unlocking spell one more time:

Unlock the lock
Break the boundary
What keeps us out
Now lets us in
Make this lock turn to tin.

As what happened before, all of the locks glowed red and began shaking, then they settled, making a loud thud as they hit the ground. Sarah flung open the bars, took out two vials of healing potion and uncorked them with a 'pop'. Putting a vial in each hand she sprinkled the potion over every witch in the cage-like prison. The skin of the witches bubbled, making the bruises, and cuts dissapear, the steam from two vials of that potion, in such a confined space, turned the air blue. A minute or so passed clearing the air and with it, the witches started to wake up. The first people they saw were the Canaby sisters.

Chapter Two

The Witch Hunter’s Town

The midnight air was cool and crisp as the Canaby sisters flew high above the clouds. They had been flying silently for at least an hour when Madeline broke the silence.

“Sisters,” she said, “I think we should rest a bit. Let’s go down and find somewhere to sleep."

“Are you kidding, Madeline? Witch hunters are about this time of night, finding and torturing innocent witches.” said Sarah

“I know that! But if we keep flying like this, we may not make it, we have to take the risk.” Madeline debated.

"I agree with Madeline, Sarah. Let's go.” Rose retorted.

Madeline and Rose dove through the thick layers of clouds, descending fast, as Sarah reluctantly followed. Going through the clouds was bad judgment because it made them wet with rainwater, and as they descended, they became cold. Finally, reaching the dusty ground, the Canaby sisters looked around seeing a dusty road, an old broken-down barn on a hill, and a couple of old houses with torches around them, giving enough light to let them see where they were going.

“I think we should get ourselves dried off before we get sick,” said Madeline.

“Oh wait, I have a spell in my spell book to do that.” Sarah said.

Sarah took the shrunken trunk, brought it back to normal size with a wave of her hand, and reached through her clothing and got her spell book.

Flipping through her book, she looked for an instant drying spell that could dry them off so they could be warm again. “Ah, here it is!” Sarah exclaimed, concentrating on the spell she started to say it:

Objects that are wet

Where clothing and water met

Take the water away

And dry the clothes will stay

A mountainous, bright yellow light engulfed them for a moment and then vanished, leaving all of the Canaby sisters dry and warm.

“That was that.” said Sarah conceitedly “Now to find somewhere to stay for the night.”

“Look,” said Madeline, “over there, that barn,” Madeline pointed in the direction of the barn that looked ready to fall apart.

“In that?” asked Sarah, “look at it.”

“I know, but it will have to do until morning” said Madeline.

The Canaby sisters started to walk up the hill, getting their feet wet from the cold dew that had formed on the grass. They were all in a line, marching up the hill to get some needed rest for the next day of travel. In finally reaching the barn, the Canaby sisters found an old oil lamp that had a brass bottom and a dirty glass top. Also, they found a bale of hay, which they could sleep on during the night that they were there. Other than a few stray bottles on the ground, the oil lamp, and the bale of hay, the barn was completely deserted.

“Are there no blankets?” whined Sarah.

“Like I said, it will have to do” said Madeline.

The Canaby sisters scattered the hay across the dirt ground to make it a little more comfortable to sleep on. All three of the sisters lay on the ground, trying to go to sleep, when Madeline gasped, making Rose and Sarah stand up. Madeline was having another premonition, which in this case was not good, because at this time of night the witch hunters were out preying on unsuspecting witches. Sarah, just as a precaution, took the trunk from the pocket of her green tunic and made it to size with her hand. If she was right about what type of premonition Madeline was having, she and her sisters would need help, magic help. With an exploding potion in her hand and a few healing potions in her deep pocket, Sarah would be ready for anything. Madeline came back into reality and was very frightened, sweat poured down her face.

“What’s going to happen, Madeline?” Said Rose frantically.

A few seconds passed without a word from Madeline, she was speechless.

“Madeline!” Rose held onto both of her shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes “What is going to happen?” Rose said calmly.

“The, the witch hunter!” Madeline screamed, with her finger pointing to the end of the barn where a man in brown, torn pants and a torn blue shirt stood.

“Sarah, control him.” yelled Rose, “Now!”

Sarah let out a green, sparkling beam, from her eyes this time, which was where her power of control came out the strongest. The beam of green light hit the man, then bounced off like a rubber ball hitting a wall. The man started to laugh as he pulled out a medallion from underneath his shirt: a silver circle with a black gem in the middle of it.

“Filthy witches, your powers don’t work when I’m wearing this little beauty, I got it from a witch I killed about a week ago who dared to come here.” retorted the man “Now it’s your turn, filthy scum!”

He took out a dagger, about five inches in length, and whaled it toward Madeline, penetrating her chest.

“NOOOOO!” yelled Sarah, she took the vial of exploding potion and threw it, hitting his leg, blasting it off.

The hunter lay on the ground, bleeding and knocked out from the blast, blood was strewn everywhere.

“Sarah, the healing potion, hurry!” Rose shrieked

Sarah took the vial and pulled the cork off within a seconds notice.

“I need to pull the dagger out, Madeline, it’s going to hurt, I’m so sorry.” said Rose.

Rose took a firm grip on the handle and ripped it out of Madeline’s chest; she let out a horrid scream that could pierce a soul. Blood was spilling out of the gash, staining the dark blue tunic she wore.

“Give me the potion, hurry!” said Rose.

Sarah rushed her the potion, Rose poured it on Madeline’s seemingly lifeless body where the wound was. Madeline’s chest started to bubble and release a blue gas that vanished in the air above them. Slowly the wound started to close and mend itself shut.

“Come on, come on!” yelled Rose, as hot tears ran down her face, Madeline started to stir.

Madeline slowly opened her eyes and sat up “What just happened, is everyone all right?” Madeline said.

“We should be asking you that, you almost died.” said Sarah.

“I did?” Madeline said “well what became of the hunter?”

“Over there,” pointed Sarah, pointing to the lifeless corpse on the ground, that was surrounded by a pool of blood.

“How did he even find us?” Madeline said.

“My guess is that when Sarah did the spell, he saw the bright light surrounding us, then from there he followed us until we were most vulnerable.” Rose said.

“Well now he’s taken care of, we won’t have to worry” said Sarah.

Sarah’s words couldn’t be more wrong-- in that moment, Madeline let out another gasp with her head looking straight up, to the roof of the barn.

“Another premonition! Please let it be good...” whined Sarah.

A minute passed, and Madeline came to normal and told her sisters what a horrible premonition she had.

“It was horrible,” said Madeline, “at least a dozen witches trapped in the house we saw, I think in a dungeon of some sort, we have to help.”

“Yes,” said Sarah, “we must”

“How would we go about it?” said Rose. “And what if there are more hunters there?”

“We’ll have to make it up as we go, we can’t just leave them there to die,” said Madeline.

Going down the hill made the Canaby sisters feel as though they were on an important mission, getting the dew on them from the grass. Reaching the dusty ground at the bottom of the hill, the Canaby sisters pondered which of the three old houses kept the witches imprisoned. They chose the one that had a cellar door on the side because Madeline’s premonition showed the witches in a dungeon type area, under lock and key.

Once at the cellar door, the Canaby sisters saw that it was locked with a big iron lock.

“No matter” said Sarah “I know a spell from the top of my head to get this unlocked.”

Concentrating, she started the spell:

Unlock the lock

Break the boundary

What keeps us out

Now lets us in

Make this lock turn to tin

The lock rattled and turned bright red, making clanking sounds as it did so, with that the lock settled back to normal, only this time it was opened.

Sarah opened the cellar door to find a stairway made of light brown dirt that led down into the ground for at least twenty feet. The Canaby sisters, without knowing what was at the bottom, started to descend into the darkness.

“It’s very dark” whispered Madeline

“Yeah, I know” said Rose

“Hello, we’re witches, duh.” said Sarah “let’s use our auras to lighten this place up.”

One by one, the Canaby sisters formed an orb of shining light around their hands, the result was good, but the sight was bad. The dozen witches lay behind the bars, some bleeding, some bruised, and all famished.

“Oh my goodness!” cried Sarah “Look at what that man did to them.”

Rose and Madeline, along with Sarah were speechless, they felt so helpless.

Sarah, from nowhere, started to say the unlocking spell one more time:

Unlock the lock

Break the boundary

What keeps us out

Now lets us in

Make this lock turn to tin

As had happened before, all of the locks glowed red and began shaking, then they settled and made a thud as they hit the ground. Sarah flung open the bars and took out two vials of healing potion and uncorked them. Putting a vial in each hand, she sprinkled the potion over every witch in the cage-like prison. The skin of the witches bubbled, making the bruises and cuts go away, the air from two vials of that potion, in such a confined space, turned the air blue. A minute or so passed, clearing the air, and with it the witches started to wake up, and the first people they saw were the Canaby sisters.

Flipping through her book she looked for an instant drying spell that could dry them off

Also they found a bale of hay, which they could sleep on during the night that they were there

Sarah took the shrunken trunk and made it normal size with a wave of her hand and reached through her clothing and got her spell book.

He took out a dagger, about five inches in length, and whaled it toward Madeline, penetrating her chest.

Madeline was having another premonition, which in this case was not good because at this time of night the witch hunters were out preying on unsuspecting witches.

“The, the witch hunter!” “Madeline screamed” with her finger pointing to the end of the barn where a man in brown, torn pants and a torn blue shirt stood.

Sarah let out a green, sparkling beam from her eyes this time, which was where her power of control was strongest coming out of.

“We should be asking you that, you almost died” said Sarah

“I did?” Madeline said “well what became of the hunter?”

“Over there” pointed Sarah, she was pointing to the lifeless corpse on the ground, that was surrounded by a pool of blood.