There once was a time, not that long ago, when all witches were good, helpful, charitable, and benevolent. They were highly regarded by the villagers and their beneficial and healing spells and potions were welcomed by the townspeople.
But as it is with human nature, there were some witches who began to use their skills for more nefarious purposes. They would cast spells to do evil things and they would create potions that caused harm, and in some cases, even death, rather than to heal.
As the ranks of these wicked witches grew and tales of their treachery spread far and wide, the villagers that once held the witches in high regard unsurprisingly turned against them. Because, as we all know, the bad deeds of the few are almost always of more interest to the masses than the good deeds of the many.
Pretty soon, angry mobs began rounding up all of the witches, regardless of whether they were benevolent, good witches or malevolent, evil ones.
Eventually, all of the witches were subjected to trials where the outcome was always that they were guilty of practicing wicked witchcraft. They were either hanged, drowned, or burned at the stake.
There was an incident one night, however, when the last three surviving witches, who were jailed and were awaiting trial, somehow managed to escape from their cell. They were last seen fleeing, still chained to one another, through the fields outside of town. But before they could be apprehended, they seemed to have vanished into thin air.
The village leaders decided that, since they were unable to properly burn the three missing witches at the stake, they would, instead, build life-sized models of the three witches made out of tree branches and use the models to burn the witches in effigy.
But when the townspeople attempted to set the models on fire, the wood branches would not catch fire. They just smoldered, filling the air in and around the village with a putrid smell.
To this very day, those indestructible three witches crafted from tree branches stand in that same field outside of the village, a monument to, and a reminder of, the dark days when people were judged not by who they were but by what they believed.
Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.