Just a little flame can start it all. //Narative/Closed//

[King Edward of Dathyn]

Edward felt a smirk creep slowly on to his face. He thought that it was time to show people just how serious he was about no magic. He was currently standing outside in the middle of the town, infront of a big log held into the ground by large stones.Turning around he watched as two of his gaurds lead a screaming woman to the post before tieing her there, ignoring her pleas.

" Elizabeth Howe, you are here by sentinced to death, on the command of the King. Do you have any last words?" Edward stated with venim in his voice. He had no tollerance for magic of any kind, especialy witches.

" I only regret, I have but one life to give to show everyone how horrible you are". The woman spat back at him. Growling he nodded his head and watched as someone set fire to the post. Edward stood and admired the flames rising and the screams of pain coming from the burning witch. Its starting.