"Thy daughter hath lain with another woman." the preacher yells at my mother, "She be the devil's spawn and I trowe she be a witch." the preacher says. "Moder! Moder, that is a lie, mine love for Vespira is the onlie thing that is trewe." I yelled as my long white hair cascaded over my shoulders. "Vespira? That devilspawn?" My mother responded "Brenden hem, brenden hem bothe, for if they survive a stoning, they be a witch." my mother says making me cry out. I was then dragged to the streets where my beloved Vespira was where the townsfolk chanted "witch" at the two of us.

I was the only one to survive the stoning where I saw my lover lying there, her long white locks dyed crimson with her own blood and her fair skin now riddled with cuts and bruises from the stones. Her once beautiful red eyes were now lifeless and wide open from terror and I gently closed them before I was dragged away and bound to the stake.

"Akin to the fire in myn soule, this flame shal growe and engulfen alle in its' wake and shal not let nane awake. I bind alle giltie to eternall hellfire for six hundred yeeres, and for every innocent witch that ye brent, ye shal brennen another two hundred." I say as the townsfolk start to burst into green flame.

It was then I woke up next to my beloved who scripture ripped from my arms so many years ago.