You kept running and running as you ducked and covered your head from the thrown rocks and lit torches of fire over your head.

You had been accused of wizardry or witchcraft for simply understanding that of which others did not. You kept running till you found an abandoned building.

Everything seemed to stop but you fell back with a harsh thud over scattered, dusty furniture and something behind you tumbled to the side on the floor. The lid of a coffin?