Trigger Warning for mentions of death and drowning.
I pull a card from the stack along with gathering the two that had fallen out onto the floor. It’s getting tiring being called out time and time again by a stack of cards, yet I keep doing it to help better myself. I know this is right for me, yet I still feel there is something missing. I flip over the yellow-backed cards and read each one aloud, hoping to remember their meanings. It’s been two years since I’ve gone headfirst into this, yet it still feels brand new. Most people say the beginner stage lasts five years, but I fear it may take me longer than others.
“Strength reversed, recent obstacles have made me doubt my abilities, perhaps feeling ashamed of them.”
I take the next card off of the ground and flip it over, the three of cups stares me right in the face.
“A group I’m around is causing me to no longer be independent. It is time for a change.”
The third card was still on the ground. Did I want to pick it up? What if I didn’t like what it said? I picked it up to rip it off like a bandage, it's better to do it now rather than wait.
“The Queen of Cups reversed. I need to focus on myself. I’ve been too kind and run myself to the point of collapse.”
I once again put the cards back in their box, placing them in their proper spot by the blue seven-day candle on my altar. My phone buzzes next to me and I pick it up by the Popsocket, which promptly falls off.
“I guess adhesive can only last so long,” I say as I toss it across the room. I look at the notification and see it says trial.
“I don’t remember setting this,” I said to myself as I click on it.
The room around me started to change and disappear as I frantically looked around, swiveling my head side to side waiting for it to stop. I had no idea what was happening, maybe it’s just that I fell asleep and this is just a very realistic dream.
“Who are you? Where did you come from?” I heard someone frantically scream, waving a broom at me.
“I don’t know! I just kind of appeared here.”
“Matt, we’ve got one! We have a witch! She's wearing Trousers and everything. Why are you covering your head with that thing?”
“It’s my veil. Where I am, why I’m not in my bedroom? And who are you?”
“Matt, go get the hunter. She has to go to trial right now. Before she kills everyone in this town.”
“Oh calm down it’s not like I do hexes, I believe in the rule of three.”
“And she’s speaking in a different tone. Please hurry!”
A tall man with a long brown beard knocks down the door and grabs onto my arm, dragging me out onto the dirt road in what looks to be a centuries-old town.
“Let go of me, don’t touch me!”
“You don’t have a choice now, witch. Why do you have trousers on? And why do you have that on your head?”
“For the last time, it’s my veil, now where am I?”
“You very well know where you are. You are trying to curse the great town of Salem!”
And that’s when it hits me. I’m in Salem during the witch trials. The people of the town began to surround me as I thrashed around in his arms trying to escape. I had done research on this earlier for a class project and pondered my fate. Drowning or burning alive? I’ll choose to drown, water has always been my favorite element, with fire intimidating me despite being a fire sign.
“As with the others we have found, if she floats, she’s a witch! If she drowns, she is innocent.”
As I was carried over to a lake I went limp and accepted my fate. I, Maya Green, a woman from 2020 who practices witchcraft, was going to die in 1693:the Salem witch trials. I’m tossed into the lake and allow myself to sink, no longer having the desire to struggle. If it’s not this, it’s fire. I become one with the water, it fills my lungs as I struggle for breath, gasp for air, and slowly sink into oblivion. The world around me goes dark, and I became the twenty-third victim of the trials.
In 2020, Maya Green was reported missing by her mother and never found. Maya was presumed dead and her funeral was held in a small church in the town of Salem Massachusetts. She was outlived by her mother, sister, grandmother, and grandfather.
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