"Deep in the forest lay an alone and secluded prison, full of the screams and cries of the damned ringing through it. This was the place for insane, the crazy, the mad. And the witches.
The iron bars kept the cursed in their cells in solitaire. The guard sat the dim light of a small oil lamp, waiting until nightfall, when the next shift would arrive and they could run home in fear. They were the next to earn a place in the mad house. Hearing shouts of misery all day already gave them nightmares.
A true witch by the name of Adrienne sat alone in her small cell on a lumpy cot. Her beautiful mask covering the nasty inside was perfect despite the many whippings and beatings she received from the guards. Many of them stopped by her cell to stare at her pretty face.
She expelled a fire from her fingers, lighting a small pile of straw, keeping her warm. The guard stationed near by shouted at her and rattled the iron bars. She ignored him and looked deep into the fire, trying to cast a spell to burn the lock so she could escape. Tonight she would be free.
She called upon the man, summoning him inside her cell, just walking past the barrier. As soon as he passed through, he awoke from her daze and attempted to back away from her, falling against the bars. He roared for help as she approached slowly.
"It won't work." She said, stepping up to the man.
"What? They must let me out. I'm not mad!"
"Your cries mean nothing to them. You are now just like everybody else. Except you are about to die." This only brought more screams from the man.
Adrienne circled around the guard, whispering in ancient tongue, and he fell to the floor. He wasn't truly dead, for she was a young witch, without the heart to murder. She extracted his blood and sprinkled over the fire. She pulled out a wooden bowl that she had weaved from scraps of wood and hair. She placed over the fire, but kept it from burning with a charm, and slowly started chanting and hissing. The fire roared and crackled, and Adrienne stepped into the flames, enclosing her human form.
After several minutes, the fire sputtered out and a hideous creature so ugly words could not describe it stepped out. Instead of her long, silky, honey colored hair, it was a matted brown with rough quality. Replacing a pleasant rosy face was a gnarly greenish colored scaly skin with putrid green eyes. In a swift motion she awoke the guard who would not stop calling for help, crying out to his dear god.
Adrienne cackled and the walls faded away, leaving nothing but rows of cell with an open end. The witch faded away, gone forever, setting free all of the insane and leaving them to the guards. By morning they were scattered all over the country side, the only trace was an empty prison with blood in the bars."
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