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Pitch forks were raised, fiery torches thrown, and sounds of screams rang throughout the town as another innocent soul was being burned at the stake, awakening Caleb Wittebane.
Although Caleb would partake in the towns hatred of witches, and loved playing games with philip pretending to be witch hunters, the thought of people he had known, burning as their screams and begs for life were heard through his bedroom window, it was too much for him, he was still youngish so he was able to get out of having to physically partake in the killings.
Still, just laying there having to listen wasn’t great either. Sitting up, Caleb opened his eyes to a young boy staring out the window.
“Phil?”
The brunette turned around, wearing the wooden mask Caleb had carved for him, after seeing where his name came from, Philip turned back to look outside at the rioting.
Seeing as the younger one wasn't going to respond, Caleb continued, “Ugh, what time is it, they,ve been out there for ages.”
Phil ignored Caleb’s question, instead stating “It’s Elizabeth, she was found to be a witch, I’ve been watching as she is killed for her crimes.”
Caleb was always alarmed with how often his little brother showed an interest in the ones found guilty of witchcraft, always knowing their names and watching as they were burned.
“Pip, I don’t think you should be watching that, the suns not even up, and I'm worried you've been watching too much, you’re still young and shouldn’t be worrying about this.”
Philip didn’t respond, and Caleb knew the boy wasn't gonna go back to sleep, so he instead walked over to accompany the young boy on the floor.
Their eyes focussed at the people shouting on the streets, cheering about a now dead witch. Caleb didn’t like the sight, but he knew his brother wasn’t gonna leave the window, so he stayed by his side.
This continued on for about an hour, but soon enough, the fires started to go out and the people slowly got quieter as the sun went up, people needed to get to work now. Caleb also had work to get done, mainly house work on this particular day, Philip would help around but mostly just started at others outside since he was too young to do most work. So all the chores in the house they stayed at were for Caleb to deal with.
The day went on as normal till the sound of a hand repeatedly knocking on the front door ran through the house, distracting Caleb from his work.
Upon opening the door Caleb was met with the town's news person holding a note.