100 Theme Challenge #31

Sequel of #21.

31. Drowning

Annstás couldn't understand how people could do this to others: torture them until they babbled whatever they wanted to hear. It was pure evil, everything she hated, and the worst was they proclaimed themselves as the hand of god cutting the wild herbs to their roots. They ways of doing it was free violence, how they forced her to drink until she couldn't anymore, but at least her limbs hadn't been stretched until they broke on the wooden machine.

"You've been accused of witchcraft and evoking spirits. To test these accusations, rocks shall be attached to you, and you shall be thrown in the river. If you float, it will prove you're a witch."

She made a pitiful noise in the back of her throat, threw a look at Eibhilín who was watching her with a hard look on her face. Was she punished because shge disobeyed the Rede and killed a man? She thought it was part of the test, until she realized none of the others was using their powers. She'd fell into the trap, burdening her soul with a black dent already.

She let them tie the rocks to her feet and waist, struggling to not cry before her persecutors. She looked down the depths of the water, and knew she'd drown. They'd never let her up in time, her restrained hands making it impossible to free herself from the rocks. She was helpless. The water bit her harshly, invaded everything, and she blinked. She couldn't see the sky anymore already, and panic overtook her. She knew it was futile to fight, yet she tried to untie herself. She felt her lungs tighten, searched to breath. Blackness filled her vision, and she swallowed water. It was over. Life was fleeing from her like a bird to the sun, and there wasn't anything she could do to save herself. In the end, she closed her eyes and let herself go to Tír na nÓg.

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