Seasons Of Time

London, England,1716 The drips were all I had been hearing for hours on end repeatedly making the same drop noise as they hit the floor, there own rhythm ringing in my ears as they fell through all the cracks in the rotten wooden roof playing there part to the sound that I thought, could easily drive a person mad, I looked at my surroundings the dark damp kennel that bound me on a chain, I have to get out of here! repeated in my head like it was some kind of mantra. The dogs I was sharing the dingy part of the kennel with to make me feel some sort of fear had infact in the 2 months I'd been holed up in this hellhole had become my only comfort in this world they were big bull breeds but I could not say for certain it was dark in here even during the day and their fur was black which was favoured with witch hunters how I loathe the 1700s! I had come to know all the dogs I shared this dungeon shithole with i heard the hunters speak there names and command them there was a b***h kept closest to the door Madra she had just had a litter of puppies taken a week ago they were only a week old when I arrived I missed there presence from the kennel running around and sleeping on my chest it was even worth the beatings I got for "makin em soft" as the hunters so elegantly put it you could tell just by looking at her it was her third litter at least she was saggy and forlorn she seemed to have given up it made me sad my chain restricted me from giving her comfort I will never forget her screams as they hurled the pups into a sack and took them away to be sold at the market she was almost all white apart from the patch of blue over her right eye almost as green as my own and the other eye blue she really was something to look at even in her current sorry condition the 3 levriers to the right of the kennels they were large formidable tan and white greyhound typed dogs the hunters of this century favoured to hunt witches they were a result of selective breeding that made them perfect for the hunt fast, my god are they fast I couldn't tell you if they had names I've only ever heard them respond to whistles, I gasped as the memory of one of them latching on to my wrist wrung through the muscle as i looked down at the purple scar that was forming, I didn't hold it against the loyal beast though, my attention turned to Abel the old man lead by my side I was kept with both fighting dogs they would put them against bears use them in executions or even pit their own dogs against one another for money and amusement all barbaric practices Abel was more of a stud dog I believe but they often didn't bother to feed the b***h or the fighting males I've overheard them saying "they'll fight better if ya starve em" so any scraps I got which I only had because i told one of the hunters i would wipe out his entire male bloodline in 3 words, in the 17th century they would just about believe anything unlike in the 20th century they dont believe anything unless its seen with the naked eye and even then there are secptics trust nanny kitty to leave everything here that i needed! wasn't any feast though usually veg boiled in water and some stale bread was given to my room mates I'd throw the b***h the bread and split the water stew between Abel and Odin who was my favourite and was resolved to the fact he was coming with me when I made my escape, a big black beast covered in scars that defeated any dog put against him I never understood how he managed to remain so athletic and muscular in these conditions. the dogs ears stood to attention and i heard footsteps in the distance and braced myself they were coming... the door swung open and the light coming from the torches almost burned my eyes "git up you now" said Samuel to the b***h he was head hunter followed by the 2 idiots that followed him around Richard and Thomas the kennels erupted in barking I hated not having my magic I needed to get to the burning and siphon it back hunters like to drain witches of there blood till there almost bled out relieving us of powers until we heal which can take weeks, months some of us never get our magic back a panic set in the b***h was yelping and growling as they kicked and spat at her i could feel my blood boiling when ax in hand Samuel raised it above his head and before I could stop myself "dont you dare touch her" I hadn't spoken a word for days samual glared at me "SHUTTUPPPP" he screamed pointing at the dogs before facing me "you dare to address me you wench, you vile creature of hell what use do i have for the beast now ey" I looked up his scowl exposing black teeth "you've got bigger problems one witch isn't going to suffice at the burning trials is it the cardinal is not going to be impressed" not taking my smug expression of my face I braced as I saw his hand ball into a fist ready to blow down on me when I saw a black blur past my face and heard a piercing scream Abel who had been lead at my side was pulling him down to the ground mauling him Thomas took the ax out of samuals hand i could hear the gurgling of blood when Abel let out a cry that will haunt me for the rest of my days the ax embedded in his side I screamed "NOOOOO" I crawled towards Abel who had just moments before been loyally lead at my side being my only source of comfort and warmth Odin took Thomas down as I held Abel in my arms and as I watched the life drain from his eyes and a tear fall from mine I felt anger surge through my body as I felt Richards hand on my shoulder I grabbed him and held him down while Odin bit into the flesh on his neck leaving nothing but a flap of skin at the back of his neck connecting his head to his back taking the keys out of samuals pockets I unlocked the iron locks that kept the medival heavy cuffs on my wrists the relief when they fell to the ground I looked around Odin was looking at me intently wagging his tail seemingly unbothered by what was happening waiting for instruction "good boy" he looked up as though he had waited to hear that his whole life I looked at Abels lifeless body death is always such a hard loss its the only infinite ending no matter who or what you are I walked over to the corner and grabbed the dusty sheet that covered some rusty farm tools and found the b***h cowering under it she snapped at my hand I could see she had no trust she only knew pain. i placed the sheet over Abels lifeless body I had to get out of here I was so weak but I needed to get to the burning, get my powers back, in my head the same words over and over "you need to run".