Everybody each and every one of them watched in horror and interest as Genevieve was placed at the top of the burning fire. She had been chained and roped together; they were all patiently waiting for the judgment to be levied on her.
They all watched with fantasy and disdain mixed feelings as she was being sentenced to death.
"Execute the ingrate!" The man's voice surpassed the ongoing noise immediately.
The courtroom was in a State of havoc and disorder as everybody wouldn't even stop watching.
The moment the sentence was pronounced, a sudden, eerie phenomenon occurred.
A rare and ancient bloodline, thought to be extinct, began to stir within the courtroom and rose like a lamp that wouldn't die anytime soon.
The air around the room seemed to vibrate with an ancient power—--one that had lain dominant for centuries.
It seemed the sky above had responded with an ominous sign that was quite ambiguous.
