There was one rule Casimir broke. He underestimated her, he overlooked her and because of that, she was the most powerful player in this battle of love and war.
Never underestimate a woman especially one that has been oppressed her entire life becau...
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The Beginning...
13th April 1580
Romania, Bucharest
The air was as cold as death. Blood was dripping down like heavy rain while the pleas from the girl rang through the air like a hymn.
The stench of fear hung heavily in the air like the most pungent aroma.
"Please! I'm innocent! I'm not a witch!" the girl pleaded, her face drenched in tears.
"Bring her forward!" the pastor called out and the guards did so without a second thought.
"Please! I'm not a witch! I'm innocent! Please help me!" she screamed on the top of her lungs for someone... anyone. The guard pulled her to her knees, and then dragged her to their leader by her hair.
"For the crimes of witchcraft, the devils magic, I hereby sentence you to death by the power of God and the church." The pastor spoke to which no one intervened. No one stood up and no one opposed.
This girl, a once young mother and wife, was sentenced to death and no one would go against the church no matter how wrong they were.
"No, please!" she sobbed as hot tears kept streaming down her face. Her face contorted in terror, in pain. Nothing worse than knowing you're about to die. She knew this was the end, and she knew no one would help her.
"May you burn in hell devil's whore." The pastor said and started to recite words from the bible.
The guards tied her to the stake and stood back. The fire was bright and angry and the screams were loud and painful.
...
The moon shone brightly in the grief of the sun, which rose above the mountains like a saving grace.
Her eyes fluttered open to witness the great wonder of the sky.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" a voice said causing her to turn quickly, she didn't see anyone there. Her mind began recalling the events that have transpired before her wake, she remembered dying.
"Am I dead? Are you God?" She asked quietly.
"Yes and no. You are dead, but I am not God." The voice said it sounded so soothing and serene.
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