I am not the greatest story writer. But I thought I'de give it a shot. This post more or less sets up the story so dont worry the posts will be longer next time.

Its the summer of 1692 and my mother and I have been working as seamstresses all through the year to earn money for food. The sun is shineing brightly outside, but it masks the terror the women of this town feel. The terror of doing something out of the ordinary, and then to burned by the paranoid in power. My town has lost fifty two women so far to these tyrants, as far as I know, forty nine of them have been innocent. How do I know this you may ask. Well you see, I am a witch, not the evil, cackleing, kill you children type of witch, just a witch. Magic is not a choice, as many people think, you do not have to sell your soul to Satan or perform evil rites. Magic is in the blood. You cannot help being what your are, no matter how much you try to change. They are coming, I must leave you for the time being. My name is Zirconia Stone, and this is my story.

Ta-da Tell me what you think. If I dont get any reviews then I wont continue the story because theres no point if no ones reading. Thanks guys!
Rachel