"No Rythian!" Zoey yelled and ran forward, hugging him so tightly Rythian though she might squeeze him to death. The door opened and three man, all holding torches and pitch forks, marched in.
"Dats er" one of them said.
"Dats da witch"
A man walked forward and grabbed Zoey, strongly pulling her away from Rythian. Tears streamed down her face and her eyes never left his.
"Rythian!" She cried.
"Rythian please!"
But Rythian just stood there, staring at his love as she was taken away from him. And there was nothing he could do. Soon they would burn her, and the town will cheer and celebrate the burning of another witch.
But one thing they couldn't take away was her memory. Rythian would remember everything. That day he meet her. That day she started trusting him. That night...
He remembered what she made him promise. How she told him she was a witch. How she looked him in the eyes as he said;
"I promise, I will not tell another living soul"
Realising he had just said that out loud to an empty room, Rythian burst out the door, running after his lover. He doesn't know how he will save her. Or...if its even possible. But whatever happens, he will die trying.
