There wasn’t a sound in the crowd that swarmed below me. Everyone’s mouths hung open like fly traps, just waiting for my next move.

Somehow, it felt as if I was the fly.

My red hair fluttered in the wind around me, flames flickering against the blue sky. The movement of one singular person immediately caught my eye, parting the sea of sheep’s below. I knew who it was, although I wasn’t sure how.

“Leah,” says the voice, the voice I had grown to love some how. “Take it back,” he says, pushing to the front of the swarm. Armed men dressed in back step in his way, blocking, blocking, blocking. “Take it back Leah!”

I couldn’t take it back, and the moment of calm was over. Two sets of strong hands grasp me by my arms, and I didn’t even try to struggle. Declaring what I am, who I am, was all I had left. And those blue eyes, brighter than the sun, struggling to get past the brutes at the bottom of the stairs.

“Leah Turner, you have declared yourself a witch, the devils agent, and from this moment you are sentenced to death. Take her away.” Sir Yellow, so I called him, was grinning as he finished his sentence, his yellow eyes and yellow teeth glaring in the sun. I didn’t even mind, because he wasn’t going to phase me. Not now.

The crowds screams of anger and fear wracked my brain, their voices tangled together like weeds in my ears. It didn’t stop my next words.

“Let the wind take me away, let the wings of every bird hear me soar,” my chanting made everyone panic more. All I could think is ‘it’s not me you should be afraid of you fools!’ But it was too late. Carter was below me, crying, pleading, pushing. There was nothing else to do but fly away.