August 8th, 2009


Lost To The Flames

She should have known better. I always told her not to draw attention to herself. People gifted in this way are always feared. Because of this fear, the gifted are punished. Punished for no reason other than that they were born different.

Why couldn't she have listened to me?

She didn't even pretend to take an interest in normalcy. If she didn't learn about them, how could she know how they would react to her?

She wouldn't have seen it coming until it was too late. She wouldn't have seen it coming until they accused her in the town square. She wouldn't have known what to expect until they told her.

They're burning her today.

I wonder if she knows. I wonder if they told her, or if they want her to guess what will happen.

Maybe they wanted to drive her insane before they kill her.

Instead they're driving me insane. I've been sitting here, in the bushes near the clearing for hours. Waiting. Thinking.

They'll be here shortly. I can see the sun starting to rise.

There they are now.

I can see them through the trees. Large men from town are dragging her and the priest is waiting amongst the fire wood.

It's so dark. I can't tell who anyone is except for her. I can tell her from the way she is standing. Even though she is weak with hunger and exposure, she stands tall.

I try to get closer without being seen.

I can hear them speaking now. They tie her to the stake and the priest steps forward.

The priest asks her to repent. She silently refuses. He asks again and again, more forcefully each time. He says that if she repents, there will be lenience and she shall live.

She opens her mouth to reply but doesn't repent or refuse. She curses.

She curses the priest. She curses the boys who dragged her from prison to prison to death. She curses those who accused her. She curses their families. That they might know what it is to be in her shoes. To be wrongly accused. To have everything taken away. To die young.

Everyone else in the clearing laughs. They pile on the wood and start the fire.

I can't stop my tears.

I'm sorry Serina. I failed you.

Soon she's gone, lost to the flames.

Last Stand

Looking back, I suppose that it had to end like this. There was no way around it. I never saw it at the time but you cannot be different without facing the consequences. I just hope I faced them with as much strength and courage as I could.

First it was the accusation in the town square. Then the public jailing, or should I say, caging. And now, the burning. My burning will take place in a private area so that my "evil" won't transfer over to the people.

Truth be told, I didn't think it would turn out like this. I'm not evil. I use my powers to heal people. I don't hurt them. At least, I try not to hurt them.

But that's what happens when you're different. People think that you are evil. They think you are a bad person. They get scared and feel the need to get rid of what scares them.

They are afraid of me. They are afraid of what I can do. They are afraid of my knowledge and use of magic. To rid themselves of that, they need to rid the world of me.

I can hear them coming. The sun hasn't risen yet but that doesn't matter. I see them grab the rope that binds my hands. I feel them start to pull. I try not to stumble but its hard. They yank me up every time, pulling harder. The rope cuts into my skin, drawing blood but that is of no matter as we have arrived.

The sun is coming up and I can see the area. The stake that is in the ground. The piles of wood they will use to fuel the fire. I can feel them push me to the stake and roughly tie me to it. They wait before adding the wood.

A chaplain comes out of the shadows. He walks up to me and asks if I have anything to say. He tells me to repent. They'll let me live if I repent.

I open my mouth but do not repent. Instead, I curse them. I curse them to find out what it is like to be wrongly accused. I cursed them to know how it feels to lose everything. I curse them and their families to die young and alone.

They laugh at me but as they pile on the wood and start the fire, it is me who is laughing. As the flames slowly consume my body, I am at peace. I try not to hurt people, but I will take a stand and fight back when they hurt me.