You were a witch. Your family had been there for decades. One with the forest and the ocean. As kingdoms expanded, the villages made it clear you weren’t welcome.

On the other hand, Kyojuro was the king. He wasn’t fond of witches either. Though, you could be an exception.

Currently, you were tied to a wooden pole and being set ablaze. They must of not known that witches, well, had control of the elements.

”BURN THE WITCH”

The crowd shouted as the king, Kyojuro watched from behind…

They had pitch forks and torches, the whole nine yards. All of that for nothing, truly.