Another new story! This one was a bit of an experiment and likely won't be revisited. Decided to share because I like how it turned out and such and such.
A boy was walking around his hometown, wandering like a bored child would from a different time, who has no school or job to attend to. He was wearing ragged clothes, his shirt riddled with half-sown rips and trousers that were held up by polite and disciplined suspenders that helped pull and keep the rather small boy all together. He had a smooth and young boyish face, long socks that ended below his knee, pale skin showing above his socks and beneath where his short trousers ended, and rough, worn down shoes that were starting to get too tight. His family, like most around the town, barely had enough to get by and were grateful, pious and careful. A product of the times perhaps, but it was the truth of the culture as they knew it. Superstitious and God-fearing, but honest and hard-working. Like most boys and girls his age, he only knew what he was told and didn't have anything else to go on.
Now, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something catch his attention in one of the empty buildings. It used to be a store, but that was before he was born. Now no one has any use for it.
The boy got closer to the abounded building and saw two women talking quietly, sharing something together. He couldn't hear or see what they were saying, but he continued to approach. He didn't recognize those women, and it's weird for anyone to be in there. This was more excitement then the boy was used to in his small, honest and poor town. He had to investigate.
Before he got close enough to hear them, one of the women bowed respectfully, then turned and walked out of one of the openings in the abandoned hide building. The boy stopped moving and curled close behind an empty barrel, his eyes just over the brim. The other woman watched and stuck around for another moment, straightening herself out and then backing up and turning around. She had on a long, extraordinary green dress with a luscious white apron lying over it, sturdy leather boots on her feet and a pure white bonnet, which helped her emerald eyes shine on her humble expression.
Those sparkling, green eyes met the boy's dark, haunting eyes as he was hiding behind the protective barrel. The woman looked shocked but fought to remain comfortable and confident. The boy noticed that the woman looked a little bit older than mother, but was taller and slimmer. She looked richer than the other women around here, and her breasts looked more plump. There was something striking about her, the young and honest boy thought. Something... something that the boy settled on, was corrupt. Something that called him towards unholiness. She began to speak down to the boy.
"What are you doing here? Where are your parents, child?"
The boy looked up at the woman with furrowed, accusatory brows. The woman huffed and stood up straighter.
"I asked you a question boy! Wh-"
"Are you a Witch?"
