They say magic comes with a price.

Some claim that am I bewitched.

She, on the other hand, would call me a fool.

But doesn't she look so beautiful flying in the sky?

Her long coal black hair flying freely in the winter wind.

Her porcelain skin shining in the moonlight.

Her emerald eyes are full of joy.

Some say I'm bewitched.

Bewitched.

La Bruja has bewitched me.

I'm not bewitched.

Even if she's a witch

June 24, 1700

Dear Diary, 

It's been over three months since I been on this ship. My journey to the new world has been good. My old friend John Fair invited me to stay with his family in Plymouth. He said that he'll send someone to pick me up. I can't wait to see my old friend, even if John and I don't always get along. He's a Puritan. Puritan, which my opinion is fine. Even if sometimes we argue. I love my God. I am not religious like most people. I believe in the devil and demons but sometimes you just wanted to escape it for a while. Hopeful the ship docks soon.

July 03, 1700

Dear Diary, 

Finally!

After three months in this ship finally, LAND!!! I don't remember the last time I had a good night sleep. It's going to be a long journey to Plymouth. The smell of the sea and fresh cut wood was in the air. I decide to stay for a couple of days in this small town. To earn a couple of money for my traveler. I began to help a family with their livestock but, while I helping a young woman wear old fashion dress with curly black hair and green eyes was stare at me. Oddly there were blackbirds around her. Something about that girl gives me the creeps.

July 24, 1700

Dear Diary,

Soon I will leave this town to go to meet with my friend in Massachusetts Bay. I am quite excited I saw that girl again. I can't help myself she has this strange air around her. She has the face of an angel but something about her eyes. It's a good thing that I'm leaving tomorrow.

Sometimes I wonder if there really was a witch hidden among them. How can peaceful people react who stupidly? Turning against each other. People who were respected pointed at their neighbors. I remember clearly when I saw her. Her beauty was welcoming and different from the hardness of the entire village. She was outcast from everyone and it was obvious that she is avoided by everyone. The way she held herself was different too. She walked forward with her head up. Her eyes never cast down either and when she was spoken to she looked directly at your eyes and compared to women in the colonies and London was a welcome change.

My meeting with this woman was strange. It was during the time that I was doing odd jobs around to make a few extra money and spot her. She was picking up what looked like a heavy basket, and some blackbirds were around her. Oddly those blackbirds didn’t seem fright of her until I walked over to give her a hand. She was dressed in the typical colonist grey dress curly with a black coat around her shoulders. Her dark coal-black hair was cascade down. Most women would wear their hair up in a tight bun, not this woman. I reached down to picked up and she thanked me. Her voice sounded like your average English accent but I could tell it wasn’t her native language. I smiled at her and was surprised by how pale she really was. Her skin was very pale even for the people here. Her skin was like a porcelain doll and she even had rosey cheeks. Her lips were like a small heart and the color was a deep red rose. I looked her up and down. She didn’t appear to resemble a lady of the night. She offered a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and the red rose stayed. Her lips were naturally red?

How odd.

She was very lovely.

Zack Valentine helped his father from sunrise to sunset. The small general store was a welcome change from the fields of his uncle’s farm. All summer long he went to help his aging uncle while his cousins went to get drunk and waste money with the ladies of the night. What good Puritans they were. Zack shook his head. It wasn’t nice to think about others that weren’t good things. So he focused on to the task at hand the list of the items that were low. Zack was counting and writing numbers He failed to hear the bell ding.

The loud cough caused him to jump up and his face quickly flushed. He turned around and there was a young woman. Her hood was up and she pulled it down only after she got his attention.

She shook her head causing her lovely coal-black hair to cascade down. Emerald eyes almost feline-like but they were her best feature. Sure she was very beautiful than the other girls, but her eyes were the most. It was so odd to see color in the ocean of blue and brown.

“Mister Valentine” She spoke. Her voice too. It was like honey or sweetest of cider.

She raised her thin eyebrow at him, and he feared that he spoke out loud. Did he offend her?

“I have been speaking to you for the last minute, but you only stare at me.” She said.

Zack flushed.

“Do I have something in my face sir?” She asked. She spoke in a monotone voice but if he was not mistaking he heard amusement?

“Apologies, Miss Black, you caught me off guard” He muttered. Miss Black placed her basket down and leaned over the counter.

“Don’t I always?” She asked.

That she did. Zack couldn’t remember when he didn’t make himself look like a fool in her presence. His heart will race and just the thought of her made him blush. Unwanted thoughts about touching her. He shook his head and clears his throat and sent a prayer to God to help him. He began to gather the wheat and other things.

She laughed suddenly that he dropped the bag. Her laugh was like a siren.

Miss Black rested her head in her hands and her eyes seemed to be a bit darker.

“Mister Valentine” She spoke.

“Yes?” He asked.

She looked down at the counter and back at him with a smile.

“You didn’t look at the list” She added. Zack flushed again and quickly gather the courage and looked at the list. He felt her eyes on him the entire time too while he gathered the items and placed them in her basket. Miss Black never spoke expected when his father was there.

His father was an outgoing and warm man. Miss Black was kind of the black sheep of the entire village of Salem. Rumors about her were always swimming by the women and girls of the village. Rumors of her hanging around the Indians or her offering food to the beggars. Even Sarah Good spoke lowly of her and Miss Black would always give her something.

He couldn't understand why they spoke about her like that