• The girl ran, the layers of her skirt almost tripping her again as she ran, carrying her love potion that she had stolen from the local witch. The year was 1499. The girl had finally led the witch back into town, as she raced by the waiting mob. The witch stopped dead in her tracks. The mob circled protectively around the girl, keeping her out of sight of the witch, who was tall enough to see her annyway."This young wench stole one of my bottles of spiced herbs!" The witch cried, her stony eyes glaring at the girl, whom felt very cold at the moment and was shivering. "We all know you're a witch, so give yourself up so we can burn you!" shouted one of the local townsmen. Suddenly the mob lurched forward, catching the with before she could run away.

    A few hours later, The witch was tied up on a stake, surrounded by dead tree branches, her stony glare fixed once again on the girl. The witch wriggled her hand free and pointed at the girl, mumbling something under her breath. Some of the townsfolk noticed this, as a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. The witch cackled as they lit the fire, shouting her last words. "This girl is now cursed, along with all women born in her future bloodline! There is only one way to fix it; to get a man pure of heart to remove the cursed ring, which will be aqquired at some point in their life. The rings will also place you under various more curses, those in which i shall not tell you!" The witch cackled as she burned into ashes, and The girl realized that a ring was now present on her finger. She tryed and tryed to pull it off, but could feel something wrong. The mob looked at her with cold hard eyes, and lurched slowly towards her, intending to grab her. She ran as they chased her out of town. She sat next to a small river, in which people claimed to see their reflection, but saw not her pretty face, but that of a hog, swollen, fat and pimply, covered in drool, and screamed.