It was the end of the line, this fate i hate created was inescapable, the seeds sown for this situation had been long in the making.

Actions carved into my past like lovers' initials on an old oak tree.

All that looting and pillaging had come back to bite me, i accepted my fate as the flames licked higher, this pyre made of personal cinders.

i look down, at the village that i helped save, dozens of people stood as the flames, burnt the soles of my feet, they didn't care, why would they, all those god fearing hypocrites wanted to see me burn and in the end all i was to them was a scapegoat.

that was until, i smiled, let the flames take me, writhed a little, screamed for effect and gave the impression of flame grilled witch, everybody left and everything around me was orange embers and ash.

i hopped out happy as a newly hatched phoenix (they are so real btw) and plotted the downfall of every rotter in this village!

...

i love you baby