Dead

Inside the plaza, a woman whose face was covered by a veil was standing on top of wooden planks stacked together to form something like a stage.

She was wearing a very conservative outfit but her clothes could not hide her curvaceous body. Her eyes were closed as she clasped her hands.

"Oh lord, today we bring forth a pitiful woman who has fallen for the whispers of the devil. We ask your power to bring divine punishment to vanquish evil."

Her voice contained an extremely earnest plead that made the hearts of the crowd who's watching her feel sorry.

After this short moment, the crowd had once again erupted in jeers when a guard had shouted. "Bring out the witch!"

The woman who was standing on the wooden stage raised her hands as she made a gesture to silence the crowd.

Once again the solemness had returned only with the power of this woman's actions.

"I am not a witch!"

"Please!"

"Someone! Save me! Believe me!"

"I wasn't lured by any devil!"

Seeing that the girl who was accused of being a witch was still speaking, the woman who was standing at the stage thought that the men that she had asked to make quick work of this girl were still not up to par with her standards.

"Silence witch!"

"If you just admit that you had been lured by the whispers of the devil then god may even forgive your sins."

The little girl looked at her with deep scorn in her eyes. She then shouted, "I'm not! I already told you once, and I'll keep on saying the truth! I am not a witch!"

Slap! Life who was held together by chains and stones of retaliation was slapped hard on her cheek that it turned red.

"It's a pity, the demons had already brainwashed her." The saintess had a really sad look on her face. The crowd even felt the sadness of the Saintess as she softly uttered those words. On her eye, a tear could be seen silently dripping.

This had enraged the crowd. They all felt the deep dejected feeling that the Saintess had portrayed. Little did they know that the Saintess had hidden her mouth because she was snickering at how the masses were easy to fool. To other people, this looked like she could no longer hold her emotions as she covered her mouth.

After a few minutes. The Saintess once again spoke.

"Since the witch refuses to admit her sins then I could no longer do anything else."

She pointed towards the witch and shouted.

"BURN HER!"

The soldiers immediately complied with her orders as they each held a torch. This time, Life was tied on a stake on top of the wooden stage and was screaming from the top of her lungs. "NO! STOP! PLEASE BELIEVE ME! I'M NOT A WITCH!"

The Saintess had already left the stage without anyone even noticing. She had already reached her wonderful carriage and was watching the crowd throw stones at the burning witch.

"Silence witch!"

"Begone!"

"Die!"

They all had the looks of disgust as they watched her suffer. The fire that had initially started as small had suddenly enlarged as if eating away the life out of the poor little girl.

Life who was getting slowly burned to death felt something in her stomach. It was different from the pain that she could feel from her burning skin. It was something that made her dizzy.

At that point in time, she could no longer resist. She had just let go of her life as she closed her eyes.

The flames had already engulfed her legs and arms. It was now slowly making its way towards her torso and would then swallow her whole leaving only dust.

She was now dead.

At that moment, a flash of blinding light had enveloped Life's body or rather, what was left of her body.