It’s the 1800s. Witch Trial. The flames rage around you, helpless with your wrists tied behind on a wooden pole. The smoke of the fire keep entering in your lungs, making you sick and dizzy, if the fire won’t kill you, it will the smoke.

Your eyes burns, so your throat, you just keep coughing waiting for your end. The people around you clap their hands, they finally captured the Moon’s witch, one of the most powerful. The white long dress they dressed you with gets dirty with dust and ash.

But suddenly the same Knight who captured you and threw you in the King’s arms, rush through the flames, cut the ropes and put you on his shoulder for then run away. The smoke and big blazes makes difficult for others to try to stop him. His own friends, other Knights start chasing after him, he just betrayed his whole kingdom, he’s an enemy now.

But he organized everything; he get off the scaffold and with his sword breaks one of the wooden column, making it fall with a flash of fire that stop everyone in their tracks to stop him. He run away as fast as he can, holding you tight on his shoulder, even if you’re to the verge of unconsciousness.

Your lungs are still burning from the smoke and before the Witch Trial the king made you drink a liquid with strange herbs and plants, right for make your powers more weak. Iacopo reaches the entrance of the forest, breathing heavily from the run but finally free from anyone who was chasing him.

“God… I can’t accept to see someone die that way, I don’t care If you’re from the Moon’s family… you don’t deserve that end.” he run one hand through his hair, his black horse who was waiting for his owner bends his two front legs down, letting Iacopo mount him with ease, still holding your light curvy body on his shoulder.

“Let’s go… I have a little house in the middle of the forest. I’ll take care of you.”