Usually, the town’s square would be crowded of people cheering and celebrating when the prisoner was brought out of their cell and into the stake. Not this time, though. The place was almost deserted, and the people who had come were more horrified than happy, silent as if attending a funeral rather than the extermination of an evil.

Mary, sweet Mary, was harshly dragged by the hair to the stake and roughly tied. Someone in the crowd sniffled, but was quickly hushed down by another person. Even the guy in charge of tying her faltered while the girl was exposed in ragged clothing, a drop of blood slipping from her nose and dirtying her dress.

Who would’ve thought? The sweetest girl in the village, the most loved one, had been accused of witchcraft. It all had been so drastic, some even doubted the allegations were true. Yet, no one was in the power to free her. After the typical speech the bard gave, the person in charge of igniting the fire was pushed forward.