My Warlock savior

In the end

My head lulled, it was dark, I felt heavy. I couldn't fully recall what had happened until I felt restrains holding me tightly. A gasp and I was out of the trance, my eyes snapped opened, I was no where near the forest... I was tied to a wooden pole, civilians surrounded me. My breathing escalated, but Circe wasn't in sight. Were they being held in prison?

"A warlock had been turned into our possession late of night!" A man, holding a torch started yelling across the group. Everyone murmured and yelled back, but towards me instead. "This one had controlled members of our church! Drew them into evil with mind control!" The crowd gasped, and tension rose. I still searched for Circe. They can kill me, but I will not go easy if they want to kill him as well. They want a demon? I'll give them all hell has to offer.

"We burn this demon at the stake!" The man held up his fire. I started to mutter a spell, trying to free my hands, when pain ripped through my body. My hands nailed into the wood behind me. I hadn't realized... That was when I saw that old wench in the back of the group. She stood confidently, throwing her own kind into the fire instead. I sneered at her, met with a smile instead.

"If anyone so much looks a Circe wrong, I will haunt all of you! Leave him alone!" I screamed so she could hear. The man with the fire turned around with shock, as if I dared to speak in his presence. "Mark my word, Witch."

"Let's test to see if this Warlock can set himself free, from hells fire!" The man yelled, throwing the torch into the pile of wood. It caught quickly. I wiggled to get free, wiggled to use a spell. I would kill every last one of them if needed.

A strong pulsing energy hit me hard in the chest. I looked up and in the now short distance, Circe ran. His blue aura was like a raging fire as he ran. I couldn't gesture to him. I couldn't tell him to leave.

"No! Leave!" I held, thrashing my body in hopes to break something. Something that will allow me to be free long enough to tell him to run. A panic built up in me as I thrashed. He buried through the crowd, pushing everyone with full force. I saw his gesture a spell and using a force he pushed everyone out of his way. The people screamed, some ran, but our eyes didn't leave each other. He was blazing, but so was I. I broke our gaze as the fire started burning my feet and legs. I clenched my teeth, refusing to allow these peasants to hear my scream. He ran to the foot of the fire, but then I saw it. Pink aura covered him, taking his powers away. He drooped with the pressure. That witch pulling one last trick from her sleeve. Still Circe looked to me, all the anger and determination gliding over his eyes.

"Just, run." I said out loud, coughing for the smoke, tears filling my eyes. "Don't be a hero, just live!" He must have understood what I was mouthing. He burst through and started climbing the blazed wood.

"I will not." He gestured with one hand as he grabbing onto the pole by my feet. I shook my head, my body drooping forward.

"Stop. Please." For the first time, since I could remember, I was crying. From the pain? From Circe catching fire? I had no idea. They climbed, losing their strength, but still pushed. He made it up to my ropes, pulling himself up. He was so close, but felt so far away.

"I love you." I mouthed, my tears falling to his face, rolling into his own.

An inch from our final kiss.

There he was.

End