Erybelle: Try to sneak away.
From Create Your Own Story
You feel yourself begin to tremble as you back up slowly, your blood an icy liquid frozen in your veins. You can feel the adrenaline trying to warm you but a frigid trepidation had settled over you, inching up your throat. You whip around, eyes darting nervously for some pathway to open itself. To your surprise as soon as you turn around there he is, glaring down on you. His body is wide, blocking your view, oppressive. You shrink beneath his scorching gaze. You know that if you tried to run at this point he could catch you, and that thought alone horrifies you. There's nothing more you can do than try and talk your way out of this.
"G-Good morning sir, how can I be of assistance today?" You quote rigidly, trying not to look at him.
"No need for pleasantries, witch." He spits. You take one look at his face and feel a scream begin to form.
"Um, I d-don't understand..." You mumble clumsily, stumbling backwards as you stare up at him.
"We've come to end your reign of evil on this town. You have burned one too many lambs with your hellfire, you have lead too many hearts into temptation, sin, and eternal damnation. Today shall be your judgement day." Somewhere in the distance you hear the sound of the church bell and that was when your heart skipped a beat and you took off. You ran like you've never run before, the wind tearing at you, your feet tripping over themselves, your lungs sucking in air greedily. It was no use though. There were more men. They appeared out of the forest, from your right, from your left, from behind you. Their hands and rope tore at you, their laughter deafened you. Together they bound your legs together, poked you with their pitchforks, leaving little trickles of blood in their wake. You shrieked and squealed and cried out to God, to Maple, to anyone to save you.
The horde carried you above their heads as if you were nothing but a sack of potatoes. Your entire body felt heavy and hopeless. You didn't understand what you had done that was so bad that they would want to hurt you like this. You and Maple had helped so many people. You'd worked for them, congratulate them on their new found love, comforted them when they doubted they would ever find someone. Because in the end all that you'd wanted as payment was for them to be happy for once. In a world so corrupted by greed and selfishness, it needed every bit of happiness and beauty it could get.
But obviously, it wasn't enough.
They carry you to the gallows where they throw you down on a platform surrounded by kerosene soaked branches and dried wood. They ripped off your overcoat until you were in nothing but your stark white dress and your flower crown. The flower crown made with love and with white carnations by the hands of Maple. M-Maple...! You turned your head, ignoring the pain that shoots up through your neck. There she is, next to you, staring at you with tears in her eyes and the saddest smile you've ever seen. Her dress is muddied and stained, but you suppose you won't be needing it now.
Watching her, you feel a surge of emotion you can't keep down. No, no, no! It can't end like this! You won't let it.
What should you do now?
