They gathered as if a miracle was to come upon them, staring victoriously at the pyre that entombed me.

Children from the village crowded around along side their Ma’s and Pa’s, passing lit torches to their peers. It’s quite a sight seeing such innocence entertained by my impending doom. To be at hand of my impending doom at that.

I shed a tear, not for the pain that I may endure, but for the evil that these villagers have instilled in their youth.

I do not move, I do not glance into the eyes of the Governor who holds the final torch, I do not even grimace. A smile splays sweetly on my face. A smile that has stayed true since being born again on this beautiful earth.

The same earth that has caused the filth in this village to accuse me of treachery and treason.

A simple herbal cure for Serena, an ill infant who desperately needed to survive for she was destined for greatness. My undressing at the rivers edge, because sure enough the men would not want a lady to smell of a pig bath and last but not least, my one prayer that I spoke every night. A chant that none would know but would eventually indoctrinate. But these villagers are cowardly and fear the unknown.

The Governor nods at each participant of my trial and in goes their torches, flames and sparks catching on the straw which wraps my legs. I dare not scream as my temporary flesh burns. This angers the Governor and he hastily throws the last torch in, cursing at the image of my bravery.

The fire fully engulfs me and my spirit that was not mine to keep intertwines with the smoke that reaches for the stars. My last breath taken from this body, but channeled to another. Another life, another adventure, another fate lies before me…I am sadden nonetheless.

This little village believes the death of a witch will set them free from the devil, but what they do not know is that they are only rebirthing an angel. An angel of vengeance will take my place as I move on, and they will reap what they have sown.