Dust floated off the ground as peasants milled around the square. Vendors yelled about their treasures trying to compel the buyers to their stalls. The sound of horses neighing and their hooves stomping filled the air as the people ignored the man begging for food against the wall. Amidst the crowded sat a dark hooded cloaked figure, not out of place on the chilly October morning. The relatively peaceful morn' was broken by the cry of a woman being dragged by her hair behind a burly man. Stopping in the middle of the square he threw the woman on the ground.
"She's a witch!" the man cried. The people in the crowd gasp, acting like this hadn't just happened the weeks before.
"A witch?!" a faceless woman cried fearfully.
"A witch," the man confirmed, "and you know what that means."
"She will curse us all."
"Burn the devil's spawn."
"Burn the witch!"
"N-no pl-please," pleaded the accused woman "I-I-I am no-not a-a witch."
"Lies!" the man sneered at the woman. "She's just tryna escape." Gasping in outrage the crowd started to throw stones at the woman. At the edge of the crowed the hooded figure watch dispassionately.
"Prepare the pyre!" people in the crowd started to chant.
"Please," the woman sobbed, tears streaking down her face mixing with the dirt and blood. Red rimmed blue eyes stared into the mass of people hopelessly waiting for someone to save her. Her eyes dimmed as realization sunk in that she was going to die and as she was dragged to the pyre she didn't fight it. It was only when the flames started to lick her legs did the woman look up, eyes blazing brighter that the fire surrounding her.
"I pray," she began head held high as she shouted " I pray that the real witches see what you have done, and curse you all to hell!" Then the flames in her eyes spread throughout her body, becoming the light of the village. Panic broke out through the crowd as they began to scream in fear.
The cloaked figures violet eyes flashed with approval at the woman's words as she smirked, "As you wish."
The cloaked figure started to walk, slowly weaving through the panicking crowd until she was standing in front of the fire. Turning her back to the light, the cloaked figure became a shadow to the people, dark and looming over them. The crowd froze staring at the figure, fear rolling off on them in waves, and all was silent.
" I have heard thy prayers," she began voice echoing throughout the square, "and they shall be answered." With a wave of her hand people in the crowd began to drop as screams filled the once quiet square, as they tried to run they couldn't move, and with a flick of her wrist the light of the village flooded the square, leaving no man or woman behind. Turning the dark, cloaked figure left the square, the screams of the damned following behind.
Well that's it, I hope you enjoyed :)
