Time traveling Witches

Updated: 7/29/21 this is In Search of the time charm . Renamed and revamped. I hope this provides a much better read. Please copy & paste & listen while reading, and as always thanks for looking. The curse: https://youtube.com/watch?v=6h9XUYj96ho                                                                                                                                        
                         
Prologue                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                          
Hello there, my name is Broomhilda. Most people call me Broom, or even Broommy. “If I like you”                      
I was born in Waltham, Massachusetts, one of many suburbs that make up and comprise the Boston, metropolitan area.                              
                             
My bloodline & witchery reaches all the way back to the 1600s, perhaps even further. I’m not really sure.      
I live in modern day Massachusetts, the year is 2021.      
I am known as a Green-witch, which means, I can heal the wounded, Including plants, trees, and animals, and sometimes, even the dead.                  
                 
Most people seem to like me. I’m friendly and generally a good natured person, until provoked. Did I mention I can time travel, and apparat?                                     
Well, I can. When I need to vanish instantly from here to there, or from one room to the next, I will apparat. On the other hand, if I need to travel through different dimensions, back-and-forth through time, one needs a portal for that. “We magic folk” use port keys…                                                                                      
                                                                                       
—Which brings me to the beginning of this story.
It all started about 9 month ago when I was
summoned by our covens Queen Supreme, to talk about the Salem Witch Trials.                                          
                                         
We talked for hours about all the injustice, all the barbaric torture, all the hangings of innocent witches. So, when asked If I would like a chance to lead a group of witches, to take a trip back in time, to try an right some wrongs. Maybe even save a few lives, by stopping the mass witch-hysteria, from taking hold in Massachusetts, in the first place. I jumped at the opportunity.        
         
I was told to enlist a few of my dearest poetic sisters, all of which must possess the gift of magic.                                                                                                            
Bluevelvete, Honoria, RiAN, MyEyeDelight,  accepted the honor and trained along side me for the next 9 months. If successful in our efforts, we will have changed modern history books for years and years to come.        
       
Our journey will begin in Salem Massachusetts. When there  we will time travel,  by way of a port key, to Salem Village in Spring of 1692, which today is called Danvers.  It’s 7 Pm, right smack in middle of March, the air is crisp and clear and comfy most nights. We all piled into my SUV and headed north to Salem, from Waltham, which is about a 36 mile drive heading north. Once in Salem, we will pahk our ride at a friends house. From then on, we’ll be ‘hoofing’ it around the trails and into “The black forest” which btw is only accessible to witches and magic folk alike. The navigator was chatting away letting us know we are nearing our exit. “Take the MA-35 exit, EXIT 23, toward Danvers /Salem.”                                                                              
                                                                             
“Well alright!” exclaimed RiAN, “Yee-haw!” said Honoria. “ Hold up a sec,”  I said, then whipped out my iPhone and put it on speaker, then dialed.    
     
“Oh hello” came a male voice over the speaker “Hello Goldenmyst, “we’re here!” we all screamed into the phone. Goldenmyst, ( John ) came outside to welcome us all inside, for quick drinkee-poo?  “Seems John, got a Head start already!” We all took a hard pass, “we must keep going” I told John, then handed him the keys to the SUV and hugged and said goodbye, for now…                                                                          
                                                                           
We started walking, not far off we could see the trails up-ahead, and before long, we were at the entrance to the Black Forrest. Once inside our conversation went mute, as we were listening to the chitter chatter of various woodland creatures throughout, most importantly, the Northern Mockingbirds. These birds, our little helpers, our night agents, will guide us through the Black Forrest with their songs.                                    
                           
Blooming rose bushes are everywhere! It seems every other step someone was getting poked! “Ouch, hey watch out!” yelped Bluevelve “there are pricks everywhere!” she said laughing. We all joined in a round of laughter. A few minutes later we continue onward about 3 miles north.                                                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                                                          
                                 
To be continued …