While I'm on, I'll make my write
She heard it, she could almost feel it. She knew something happened, but she was pondering if she wanted to know. It happened hours ago, the scream of Ysolda. Could she overpower her fear of bloodshed? She swore she saw the spark of a fire wrapping around the house.
She heard another scream. Then another, and another, and one last scream. She pushed past her fear, grabbed her frail dagger, and headed outside.
The worst of all things happened, Ysolda, burnt to death, surrounded by three guards, burnt at a stake. Just below her feet, she saw an electric marking on the ground.
"I told you we'd take revenge"
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