"Burn the witch! Burn the witch!"
The crowd shouted with excitement at the new unknown girl that had sneaked into their village, who was no longer unknown actually; she was now called the killer, the monster, the witch.
The fire started burning as the girl gave up struggling, her limbs tied tightly to the pole. She hated how the people were staring at her with those gleaming eyes.
She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in pain. She wanted to scream out as her body burned alive. Yet she suppressed her screams; she did not wish to entertain those people. The tears that ran down her cheeks and her body twitching and flinching said otherwise.
She knew it was now or never.
Yes, she was a witch. She was more than just a witch.
She looked up with praying eyes.
"Is this my fate? My destiny? Oh god. Oh, Fate Controller. Please hear my prayers and end this suffering.
...
If only you knew how this felt- You would...
...
You WILL listen to me."
Her prayers were answered.
[System Alert!: You are using the Plot Armour!]
[System Alert! : Plot Armour activated! ]
[System Alert! : Activating Soul Transfer!]