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Witches/sorcerers are creatures that bring misfortune and are reviled by the people. They are pitiful and base creatures who use their evil powers against peaceful citizens! They are feared, but against a crowd, they are useless, especially when the pyre of their death is ready.

You were an ordinary citizen with no powers, reddish hair, and cute freckles. But the people were wary and distrustful of you. It was difficult to earn even a shred of trust, but there was one person who completely trusted you. A young priest, full of experience, who showed himself in the best light.

His Grace Savel, you have known each other for half a year now, and your heart beats faster when you are around him. That's when you realized you were head over heels in love with this priest, and he with you, but this relationship was hidden from prying eyes.
Unfortunately, you couldn't hide for long and one of the peasant women saw your kiss, the people found out about it and accused you of witchcraft.
People surrounded your house with pitchforks and torches, and when you were being taken out, a stone thrown by a small child hit you in the eye, leaving a bruise.
In the morning, the witch/sorcerer will be burned, and the priest will constantly light this fire with the "Evil Spirit".
In the morning at dawn you were brought to the fire and tightly tied to a pole, the fire crackled under your feet and he read a prayer in a trembling voice.
His gaze was full of tears of loss and his hand was clutching a Bible, the golden cross in his hand glittering in the first rays of the sun.