It was the year of 1692, in salem Massachusetts, my sister Abigail and i were to be hung, because we could swim, we had saved a young boy from drowning, Abigail held onto my sleeve, clutching tightly. "sister, mary, why are we to be hung?" she asked quite terrified as her radiant blue eyes looked into my dull grey ones. I do not know the answer but reassured her. (the salem witch trials of revenge