[b][u]Remember.[/u][/b]

She had woken from a nightmare with a start, not as those books she ought not to read portrayed, there was no night sweats or sudden bolting upright, there wasn't even a scream. Her eyes just flickered open and within a few moments adjusted to the gloom, whereupon her mind reordered it's thoughts and recognized the chair, the table and her parents sleeping area. Such a bizarre dream but they usually were these days, her mother put it down to her not praying enough and sometimes her father put it down to her being too busy daydreaming. Either way it usually meant it was a busy day that followed so with a stretch and a sigh she put all images from her night time aside and washed them away as she washed up that morning. While occasionally her mind drifted to the memory of Millicient and the things that had followed she was quick to shake them off with a little prayer to god. 

By the time Sunday service was over she had forgotten most of her dream and it was time to return to their home, it was a relief in some small ways, her head always seemed to hurt when she was stuck up close with everybody like she was at church. Sometimes she heard whispering too, which in itself was rude at church but they were things that no one ought to say out loud, let alone in a place of god. Though no one else seemed to mind them and so she remained on the whole quite quiet about the whole thing. She didn't speak to her parents about it anymore, it only upset them and while she had a few people she counted as friends, Sybil and Ursula among them perhaps even Henrik and his brother too, she couldn't speak to them about it either. 

She was sweeping the wooden stairs that lead to their home when the first shatter of glass rang out through the town, reverberating and diminishing like a shadow broken up like glass. She turned briefly to spy her parents, settling down to lunch and conversation, they seemed not to have noticed a thing. "Please dear god, please please, not again." She whispered to herself, screwing her eyes up tight and clenching tightly to the brooms handle until she had thought she'd willed the sound away. When the sound stopped she had hoped it to be willed away by the grace of god and with a gentle sigh she continued to sweep the steps leading to the porch and the front of the house. As she was finishing the last few planks she heard giggling and quiet words involving witch craft and how someone, she couldn't make out the voice, thought Henrik to be a witch? Though as Remember glanced up she saw no one before her and only her parents silently eating behind her. [i]'Our Lord who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven...'[/i] Mother had said prayers would help and as she quietly recited the Lord's prayer over and again in her head she found she couldn't hear the voices anymore and was glad for it. 

As Henrik came into view, coming from the direction of the church with Ezra behind she had an awful sense of foreboding in her stomach which made her feel quite unwell. She remembered the church bells ringing and people shouting, the priest was there at the head of it all and they were calling for... that was just her dream but even still she dropped her gaze and hurried inside the house, part closing the door as the boys went passed and closing it fully once their backs were too her. She had wanted to call out to them, to ask them what was happening but she was uncertain, Mother didn't want her speaking with boys, even nice ones as they seemed from a distance. Papa didn't want her or her mother around other people where it could be helped. Today would be a good day though, perhaps he wouldn't hit them at all if she just remained good and pious. She watched the two from the window a moment longer wondering if they'd even speak with her if she were allowed. 

A loud 'bang' against the table signaled Papa's anger and she turned from the window to put the broom aside and shuffle to the tables side. 
"You've upset him now Remember. You know Papa doesn't want you speaking to boys." Her mother uttered in a low cold voice, a hesitant flinch as she hovered her hand above her husbands. 
"I am sorry Mama. Papa. I meant no disrespect, I just thought that Hen- I mean the Magnusson boy looked upset. I th-th-" 
"You thought?" Her father uttered, his fist rising from the table and knocking away the mothers hand as he rose from the table. Her mother copied the motion but with a more worried look than the quiet anger in her fathers eyes. 
"Go to your room and pray and do not move from there until I call you for supper, do you understand?"
"Yes Mama, Papa. Forgive me, I shall go pray." 

Before her father could react she was off and up the stairs her skirts swishing as she took them quietly, her mother had done her a great favour but she was certain she would not be able to block out the sounds of the argument to come, they'd stopped having them so loudly but the house was as small as the village and it was impossible not to hear the raised voices or the sound of something being hit, or her mothers whimpering. While saved a beating of her own she still sat trembling upon her knees at her beds edge, hands clasped before her and her head bowed as she uttered her quiet prayers, all the while with tears rolling down her cheeks and flinching as the sounds drifted to her from below.