The sky was already dark and the only source of light was moonlight, shining through the metal bars. A rotting corpse was lying on the floor, filling the room with its disgusting smell. Flies were flying right above the body, loudly buzzing. In the distance screams and fire crackling could be heard. 

Her gaze was focused on the wall in front of her, but her mind was somewhere else. Fully aware of the limited time she had left before her scheduled execution via guillotine. Her equally accused cellmate glanced at her as they both came to realization that dawn was only mere hours away. To be honest, she wasn't scared of death, more - she was awaiting for her neck to be hanged.

"Why are you so calm? Does the fact that you will lose your life not fright you?" Her cellmate asked attentively observing their surroundings. 

Without turning her head, she plainly answered. "Even after my death, my soul shall survive."

The fellow prisoner sharply turned their head from the window to look at her. Their chest was falling up and down nervously. "They were saying the truth. You are a witch."

She looked out into the dark sky with a smirk.

"Indeed."

Just as her cellmate was about to speak, the door opened revealing a man standing in the doorway with a torch in his hand. His eyes filled with disgust when he spotted the witch. He grabbed her arm and yanked forward. 

"It's time for you, witch." He hissed with venom.

She could feel her death coming with each footstep she took. Although she wasn't scared of dying, her stomach twisted at the thought of being executed. The witch knew what was going to happen after her death and she was counting on it. 

They deserved it. 

 The rope hung already hung around her neck when they arrived. People were chanting "KILL!" when they spotted her. She scanned the crowd, catching an eye of a tall curly-haired man. He approached her and looker right in the eye. His face was showing  honest pity and sadness.

He clutched her arm and swallowed hardly. "What do you want me to do?" The man asked, searching for an answer.

"Protect my child, she's done nothing. And don't let them find out, I'm her mother." She whispered, sniffling. The witch could already feel tears on her cheeks, so she quickly wiped them off, not letting people see her weakness.

He stepped back, letting the other men stand in front of her. "Last words?" They asked

"Shall you and your people rot like a dead corpse." She hissed angrily. 

And she was hanged.