Mirvina could see little in the darkness, but she could hear them — the breaking of twigs and crunching of the dry leaves under their feet. There were more then one and they were closing in. Quickly and quietly, Marvina moved a tree branch and ducked under it and moved into a clearing.
Bending down, she removed items from her pouch — a white lily, hair of the men who were hunting her, and a vial of blood she got from a child. Reaching in, she pulled out a mortar and pestle and began mixing the ingredients together. “They will pay for what they did to you my daughter.”
Voice began to grow louder as she finished. Mirvina poured the potion into the vial and stood. The light from the tourches danced on the forest around her, casting light upon her face.
“I found her!”
A man came into the clearing. A tourch in one hand, a pitch fork in the other. “Give up Mirvina, we have you.”
“That you do” she replied, a slight smile creeping on her face. “But I also have you.” Mirvina quickly drank the potion, blood dripping from her lips as she finished.
The rest of the men gathered around her. “You will die witch for what you did to that girl!” The rest of the men agreed, lifting their tourches into the air. “Burn her!”
The first man jabbed the pitch fork into her stomach as the rest tossed the tourches into her. Mirvina didn’t fight back. “Fools! My revenge is still to come, do your worse! For on this night, your children have been cursed!” Mirvina laughed as she was being burned alive. The smell of burnt flesh overwhelmed the men, causing some to flee back to their homes.
“Do you think what she says is true?” one of the men asked. Not breaking his gaze from Mirvina, he replied “yes.” Turning he looked at him. “There is nothing left to do here. She is gone.” The rest of the men left, leaving behind the burning witch. What they didn’t know was she wasn’t dead, soon she would return.
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