Joan of Arc and Garnier 2

Joan of Arc and Garnier 2

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  • Did she write a letter back?
  • Well, no. But,  she said she would be okay. I KNEW SHE HOULDN'T HAVE WENT!
  • Why? Why did this HAVE to happen to her? To me.
  • She was such a great friend and person and sister and daughter. I'm SO sad she's gone.  I will miss her. We all will, Mother.
  • You're right, mon chéri. She was amazing. She was so brave going into the war, you know that?
  • Once we arrived at the execution place, there were papers around saying: NEXT EXECUTION: JEANNE d’ARC  My face was red and my eyes had tears. My mother turned around and threw her arms around me. I started sobbing.
  • I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you, but Joan is getting burned at the stake. She got accused for witchcraft because she got visions from God. I'm SO sorry.
  • I stayed silent. She kept squeezing me. I continued to read the paper. REASON: ACCUSED OF WITCHCRAFT I let out a sigh of disapoitment. I scream- cried. My mother squeezed me tighter and we headed back home on our horse.
  • Can you make a grave for Jean out of clay, Garnier?
  • Sure, I'll try.
  •  On the way there, I talked to my mother about what a great person she was. I couldn't believe my best friend was a hero. She didn't deserve to be executed at ALL. Now, I agreed with her. Executions were sad, cruel, and horrid.
  • “Jeanne d’Arc: A beloved Daughter, sister, and friend. She had a special ability: She could speak to God. We love you, Joan. Rest In Peace.”
  • When we got back, I went into her house. I told her family that their daughter was being accused of witchcraft because she can talk to God. They all started sobbing and hugging each other. I joined in on the hugging too.
  • A year later, when I was 20, Catherine, Joan's sister, and Pierre, Joan's brother, said that they wanted me to create a way to remember Joan. I took out my clay that Mother made me, and told them to come into my home. I started shaping a large sort of rectangle, then carved words into it.
  • Now, I’m 22, and I made a grave for Joan in her backyard out of clay. The executors let us keep her body.I visited that a lot and prayed to her. I of course did not go to the execution. Joan was not a witch. She was a saint.
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