It's 1693 in the small village of Salem, I was heading to church with my wife, Deirdre Dragonheart. It wasn't for the service though, it was for the witch trials. My wife was worried about our safety and I don't blame her. I am the King of the Dragonheart Kingdom so I have to be cautious so as to not get caught. At the same time I’m worried about her just as much as she is worried about me. She is my queen after all.
Our next door neighbour's wife was accused of being a witch a few days ago and was about to be put on trial in two days time. She is such a nice woman and doesn't deserve the fate that was going to be given to her. I hope Omisha has mercy on her soul. We aren't exactly from this world and this time period has a thing against writing. Hell writing this journal is considered a sin since writing something that is not for a religious purpose is wrong. A sin of self pleasure I suppose.
These Puritans are really picky on their rules and ways of life. We attended church to hear the minister preach the word of God which to us is rather humorous. Humans are so fearful of each other and things they don't understand, that they never see the real creatures.Those damned demons from the Outlands have been causing issues around Salem, writing contracts with humans so they can enslave them. Me and Deirdre only came here to see how this town is going and to get as many of our citizens out of this damned town but now we have to be patient so to not raise any suspicion about us. I hope that in time we will have to leave back to our world so I don't put Deirdre in harm's way since she is expecting. With luck I can get rid of these demons and escape unscathed. This theocracy was prodigious in it religion and we are not going to be defamation by these demons or puritans.
King of the Dragonheart Kingdom