Days had passed already, it was such a beautiful and bright morning. Everyone had gotten ready for the holy day. Even those who were preparing themselves for that great night. The young brunette's concern kept growing; was she doing the right thing? Surely, Tituba had become in something more than just her maid through the pass of the years, she would trust her with her own life. But, the things she promises has a huge cost, and Mary wasn't sure if it was worth.

"Are you ready?" Tituba spoke, holding the long, black embroidered shawl that Mary used to hide the baby bump whenever they go out the public. Nodding slowly, Mary half smiled. It was time for the show, and she hates it.

"Worry not, everything is ready for tonight, just one more step and we can continue," Tituba said as both girls walked through the dirty main street. Arms linked together, the young maid wouldn't let anyone get close enough to Mary. The last they needed it was to have someone sneaking into their plans. 

"I can't make it... I am feeling sick already" Mary whispered, trying to remain calm. Tituba held her close as people kept walking by their sides. "As soon as you walk in and sit, you will be better" she replied with a comforting tone. "I..." her words got interrupted by an old man's voice, making them turn around. 

"Peace be upon you girls" he spoke, the tone in his voice was strong and prepotent, after all, no one could expect less from a man like him. "and upon you, Mr. George" both girls replied. They kept their eyes down, pretending to show some respect for the old man. George Sibley, the Puritan head and councilor of the selectmen board, and one of the founders of Salem. Such a powerful man with such an ugly soul. Both girls tried to move away from his sight, but their intentions were cut by his words "Though..." he continued "there are things to be said for war. Gives a certain kind of man someplace to end up other than the end of a brand... Or a rope." he tried to hide that perky smirk that formed on the thought that ran inside of his mind, his eyes were fixed upon Mary's frame, whom gaze move up to face his devilish face. Her eyes staring deep into his hues, if gaze could kill. She tried to open her mouth but Tituba tugged on her arm, reminding her where they were "You'll thank me one day" George said, the fire inside of Mary's eyes it was something that he craved for, he nodded and turned to walk away towards the Church.





Inhaling deeply, Mary tried to contain the fury that ran through her veins. "He's such a pig, how is possible that this man is the one in charge of the council," Mary spoke; having an old man like George making fun of her pain it was the only thing that pushed her over towards the temptation, towards the promised power. "Stay strong. After tonight, it will all be over" Tituba whispered, pulling over Mary's hand to make her move towards the church.