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upon him the hell he now
endured.
    It was over a
month since she had been put to death though life had gone on for
those responsible. She had used the glass jar she had found as an
anchor to stop herself from moving on to the place of rest. She
knew that was the only way to bring a bout the justice she so desired. That she could not rest
until all the guilty were brought to task for what they had
done.
    The sunset
earlier as the seasons began to change , as August reached towards its end. She felt happier as
the longer nights grew closer for it gave her more time to seek out
those that she sought. But where would she start? She knew whom she
wanted first but how to reach out without alerting the others
before she was ready to let each know of their mistake?
    It was as she
wandered close to the castle manor house think ing, plotting these things over when she heard
voices drifting on a breeze. She recognized one as that of her most
hated of enemies, the sheriff. Her curiosity was raised so glided
through the dark, closer to the window where the voices came
from.
    “ So I heard
that the old minister has been causing trouble over the witch,” the
laird said to his guest the bulging sheriff.
    “ Nothing that the rumours that have been going around won’t
sort out, if you know what I mean,” the sheriff gave a knowing laugh, which was joined by the
laird as they shared the joke. She noticed from where she gazed at
the men that they were alone, enjoying a night of drink and the
gentlemanly pursuit of cards as they discussed business, which was
just an excuse to drink even more than usual.
    “ Yes well
everyone loves gossip,” the laird smirked, “and the right coin in
the right pocket can help it along quite nicely.” Both loudly
bellowed out their amusement, feeling no guilt at the harm they
caused to those they saw as beneath them.
    She didn’t
understand; were they plotting something against the old minister,
why? She felt her hatred growing; barely able to contain it with in
but what was the laird doing, what was his part and how could he
gain from hurting the clergyman?
    “ Well he should have taken my warning to mind his business
after we dealt with the witch, instead he goes sending letters to the parliament asking for the
matter to be looked into,” the fat man shook his head
disapprovingly, “luckily you have such good
connections.”
    “ Nonsense no luck involved,” the laird said sure of his
breading as he saw it, “planning is all it takes , just as with that scheming witch. To think her
and her mother could steal my land, really,” he added
dismissively.
    The shock hit her, the
laird had been behind this and now he was plotting against the one
man that had always been there for her as well as her mother
throughout her short life. She controlled the anger growing inside.
She wanted to rush at them, to take what they had taken from her;
damning them to the glass prison she had prepared for those she now
sought plus one.
    “ Yes, well she paid. It’s just a pity we couldn’t have done
the same to her crow of a mother,” the sheriff’s words burned her
soul almost as pain fully as
the fire had her flesh.
    “ I’ll drink to
that,” the laird raised his glass then took a large swallow of the
liquid refreshment it held.
    “ What do you
think of her curse?” The laird narrowed his eyes as he asked the
question, as if to hide his own thoughts within.
    “ Nonsense,
total nonsense,” the odorous fat lump of a man mocked, “she is in
hells own grasp now and as we all know there is no escape for
that.”
    Their laughter once again taunted her as
she listened. She would show them, yet she knew she needed to do
this right; she knew she may have to wait so as to fulfil her
malediction.
    The men talked
on as the hour grew late ,
though she no longer showed interest now she knew the truth. It had
been for simple greed that she had been sacrificed to the fire. If
the laird had so wanted the land why not just