A/N: This was an assignemt for English class. We had to write a scene from medieval life. Ooh. Aah. Anyway... the main character, Soa. You will need a bakground fro her. Umm... well... Physically, she looks like Android 18 (Dragonball GT). Ya know, short hair, blonde, etc. If 18 had a violet eye, they'd be twins, dammit. She's... well... she LOOKS to be about eighteen-ish. In reality? Uh... she's immortal. She's older than the Earth, even. So... yeah. That's about it. Oh wait... she's kinda a goddess.... ah, go read it. Tell me if you like it or even CARE.

Blue-Violet

'It seems as if the entire manor came out for this,' the accused girl thought bitterly, looking around the stuffy courthouse. She scowled when she saw Mistress Grayam waltz in, moaning to her servant about "curses and demons."

"Quiet down now," Brother Matthew called out across the room. Nearly instantly, the yells and accusations silenced. The brother smirked at the fair-haired girl, and she had the sudden urge to slap his smiling face.

"State your name," the archbishop called down to the girl. She glared and remained silent, her cornsilk blonde bangs covering her right eye from view.

"The archbishop has asked for your name, wench!" A man called from the back of the small area. She turned to glare at him with her left eye, an icy hue of blue.

"I pray thee," Archbishop Frederick asked, much harsher now, "tell us thy name."

"My name is Soa," she barked coldly.

"T'is a demon's name!" Mistress Grayam shouted out, jumping to her feet. "That woman cursed my son, bishop!"

"Liar," Soa growled. Some of the brothers glared at her to quiet down as more people shouted out their cases.

"She's a witch! Witch!"

"Cursed Mistress Grayam's son, she did! She said he wouldn't return, and come home he did not!"

Soa narrowed her eyes, though only one was visible. 'This certainly isn't going well...'

"Died, he did, that young Master Grayam! Down the cellar with a broken neck!" A man shouted, causing Mistress Grayam to burst into loud, dry tears. Soa rolled her eyes as the accusations continued.

"She's a witch! A demon!"

"Demon! Witch!"

Master Eiso stood up, along with his retinue. Soa felt her heart drop in her chest.

'No... not him, please...'

He pointed an angry finger at her, and she could already tell what he would say.

"She's a witch, Archbishop! I saw her transform herself into a cat, I did! T'is witchcraft!"

"Aye!" Mistress Grayam called out in agreement, her heavy Irish brogue apparent in her speech. "I, too, witnessed that!"

"Liar!" Soa shouted, monks restraining her on all sides.

"Thou were not near where that happened!"

"SILENCE!"

Everyone turned to face Archbishop Frederick. He himself was standing up, angered by the sudden outbursts in his courthouse.

"You. Wench." The holy man glowered at the so-called witch, and she back at him. Angry monks grabbed her arms to force her down, but she cast them flying with one motion of her hand. The people gasped, but Soa kept her gaze.

"Witch! Witch!"

"Saw you how she felled our brothers, bishop!" Master Eiso called out. "Surely now you know that that woman be a demon!"

"Yes, my son," Archbishop Frederick said softly, easing into his seat. He looked down at Soa, who turned away from him and sat down bitterly. "This I did see indeed."

"What say thee, witch? Art thou willing to repent thy sins?"

Soa laughed. "I have no sins to repent for these liars. T'is they who should repent, for they be the ones who go against God and his commandments."

A gasp rang out throughout the room. The entire manor was horrified that one would dare speak out against the Archbishop!

"Thou hath crimes that only God himself can forgive!" Brother Matthew called. "Burn the witch! Burn the witch!"

Then quoth the archbishop: "Calm yourself, brother." He turned again to Soa and commanded that she bow down and beg God's forgiveness, but she refused, saying; "T'is not I who is the sinner."

Angry villagers began to shout again, condemning the girl with their words and accusations. Finally, the archbishop commanded silence and again faced Soa.

"Show us thy face, witch, before thy punishment be dealt."

"Never."

Angry monks grabbed ahold of her, forcing her to mover her bangs away from her right eye. They fell back as they saw it, exclaiming that it was a demon's eye, for it was not like her left; this one was violet.

"Demon! Demon!" they cried, running pell-mell away from the fair- haired girl.

"Thou hath witch's eyes!" Mistress Grayam yelled, no longer bothering to fake grief. "What is her punishment, bishop?"

"Indeed... " Archbishop Frederick sighed and looked down at her once more.

"If there had been any doubt about thyself before, t'is gone now." He glared, seemingly unnerved by her staring eyes, the blue one and the violet.

"This girl, Soa, beist a witch, and for it, she shall burn at dawn."

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A/N: I doubt anyone will read this. Seriously. People hate original schtuff. Known fact. Anyway, if you want to complain about this being short, don't. I did this story for English class, and it was TOO LONG _

And, um..... yeah. The story continues when she breaks free and flies away.... which is odd, but, LOOK WHO WROTE IT.

---Gangsta Videl