The Witching Well starts in 1700, Scotland. There was a good village named Underwood hidden in a great deal of forest, near it, just a few miles away, lay a well. A well that was there long before the town was ever founded. This was no ordinary village in any ordinary time. The town of magic and the Era of the Witches. Many societies containing magical creatures. One in particular, the secret order of the Pentagram. Containing 5 witches who helped any creature immortal, but lived in peace among the others, in secret. An ancestor of mine, named Rebecca, was the leader and she was planning a meeting at twilight. Few villagers heard this from inches away, and went to tell the mayor.
He was very upset, for most of the witches were good, but, could not be trusted. He gathered all the villagers and they met at the nearest lake and started toward the forest near Vladimir Pond where the meeting was being held. They came across werewolves which lead the villagers right toward the witches! They ran through the forest, most of the pack being killed, and the witches had been found. They ran toward the church……where they were cornered. They set the town a flame, all the creatures burning. Some escaped down a tunnel through the old well, leading to the land of shadows where the would be safe. Rebecca and one of the wolves escaped through the forest where they met at a body of water. They separated. The wolf going into the forest, Rebecca escaping on the boat.
The entire town burned down, many innocent lives taken. Yet, the stone well still stands and seems to grow from the ashes of the town. Like a phoenix reborn from it’s (own) ashes. And some say, that the water-less well talks. The voice of a sweet woman who still talks to the creatures who escaped that fateful night. She says hello, and forgives the mortals, or anyone who can even find the well.