Thread: Witchcraft isn't Dead (RippledStatic x Sketchyequine)

Science had truly begun to replace superstition and fear in the past century, people didnt look to the sky and ask their preachers for solutions to the inexpiable, a quick check on the internet could answer any multitude of questions about nearly any topic imaginable and witchcraft and devil worship seemingly had no place in what was more and more becoming a logical world. But of course what better place to hide than in the ignorance of humans? one cant be counted as a threat if ones own existence is thought impossible and so the world learned and the world forgot in equal measure. Fear couldnt always be called logical. Lucas was much more concerned with bears and wolves in the more remote areas of Massachusetts than he was with the stories and tales of old, Massachusetts was about as ancient as America could be and its history full of sordid and dark tales, witchcraft, hangings, beings beyond description had all seemingly chosen the place to call home, but it was all centuries dead and now was only home to people, human beings like the 25 year old who was on the last stages of a nearly year long trek across the country. Lucas had left home to go to college in California and after 4 years of schooling and 2 years attempting to make something worthwhile with said schooling, he had simply decided to walk home Catching rides here and there and never really rushing to leave the small towns he found himself in Lucas had not yet regretted his decision to do so. Something had come over him as he crossed the invisible barrier between New York and his home state, some bolstering sense of homecoming some tingle in the air that Massachusetts seemed to hold. He knew very little of his heritage besides that his family had always lived in Massachusetts going back somewhere between 8 and 12 generations, his dad never seemed to stick to a number the times he had asked him. The forest, despite being over a hundred miles from his actual home, somehow had a nostalgic air to it and he breathed in the fresh air greedily as he pulled himself up the rocky hill. His backpack well worn, his clothes equally so, it wasnt hard to tell Lucas was a backpacker and one who knew the trade well. Hed joined a few groups along the way and traveled with them but no one was with him now and he very well could be the only human for miles. But he wasnt. As he pulled himself up onto the ridge his eyes squinted and almost immediately he caught a glimpse of the telltale straight lines of human structure. A house....a house out in the woods? A firm but muted knock echoed through the house, the man who stood at the door looked up at it with doubtful eyes, who would live in such a place? It had to be abandoned but the curiosity was much too strong. The mans eyes returned to the door and he raised his fist to knock again, deciding three knocks before entering. He was handsome, a mess of brown hair and several days lacking in a shave giving him something of a beard. He was tall and lithe but well muscled from the travels, his skin tanned for similar reasons, he leaned over to eye one of the darkened windows. Why was he even bothering if he kept on pushing he might make it to a familiar town by the end of the night, it was still quite early. He was close and yet he had never been so far from home.