**_Starlark City_**
**_GMT: 4:00am._**
_Amelia slowly regained consciousness with a throbbing sharp migraine! The enchanting melodies of certain faint voices of a numbered group of men echoed through her head! Sudden sharp aches came piercing in and out of her brain and her stomach! Amelia suddenly threw up beside herself! Her eyes were so sore & swollen! Her vision was all blurred up in red! She could barely see as it hurt whenever she tried to open her eyes! She attempted to move her hands and feet but they felt too heavy for her!
The pains around her waist grew stronger! The unbearable heat underneath was starting to intoxicate her. It smelled like toast! Suddenly she felt the need to let something she carried in her out. The one thing she had feared the most was about to happen, it dawned on her. She was in labour!_
_Amelia could only hear the faint voices of the men who chanted melodiously. They didn't seem to care about her current state or condition. They completely ignored the fact that she was in labour pains. Drawing all strength from her innermost being, she managed to voice out to the men. "H..help me..please, somebody...h..help me. I don't...I don't want...to die." She cried out for help but they all seemed to be deaf to her plea. "Save my baby. Please, save my baby. Don't let him suffer...he's...he's so little and innocent."
Seriously considering the child she was about to have, she was determined to persist. Hence, finding strength to survive until she was sure the baby was safe. She wouldn't give in just yet even when she had readily embraced death._
_Just immediately, a member of the chanters turned to give his attention. The stern facial expression on his face, indicated beyond any reasonable doubt that he was no fan of hers. He was the one with the red priestly garment amongst others.
**'The one with the red priestly garment.'**_
_"Who are you young lady ?" Questioned Gregg Braden. "Are you not the wife of the mighty fallen Axull ? Should we show mercy to that which refused to show any of our own ? Yound lady, it gladens me to inform you that you're at the mercy of God's hands!"_
_"My baby...please save my baby." were the last words from Amelia's mouth. She was weak but not dead.
Gregg Braden was the Bishop of St.Michael's Parish. It was obvious it was the time of the yearly gathering of priests around the Warkshire county region. Hence, burning Amelia alive would be a great accomplishment for the priests that year._
_"Give me one reason why we shouldn't burn a witch such as you alive ?" Gregg said with a wide wicked grin on his face.
Amelia was intoxicated, she began to choke as the fire set underneath her vertically suspended body came closer, rekindled by the burning bodies of some other women which were placed underneath her horizontally & totally consumed by the hot flame.
Her baby was forthcoming !
Amelia just couldn't concentrate. She was totally immersed on the process of giving birth to her baby. Feeling the need of pushing harder for the baby's safe delivery, she screamed for help .
"Please somebody, save my baby!!"_
_Just then, the group of priestly singers turned their attention towards the travailing woman. Fernando, one of the regional priests, was moved to speak in Amelia's favour. "We should untie her or else, the baby might get hurt as well!" Just then, Gregg turned to look at Fernando in shock, rushed over to the spot he stood, took out a knife and split his throat.
With blood gushing forth from his throat, the shock on his bewildered face looming out, Fernando cried out in pains: "I curse you Gregg Braden of Singadad, for slitting my throat without any remorse!" Then, he fell and died. The other priests, stunned at what had happened, stood absolutely speechless._
_"My brothers, Fernando had always had the tendencies of allowing sinners such as this one, (points towards Amelia's direction) go scot-free without any due punishments! He has already failed at killing Axulle when he had the chance and it put us all in a very great danger, we can't afford to allow our families be endangered the second time! There is every possibility that the baby in that witch would be far more worse than his father! I say, we should not allow that to ever happen! I say, we destroy his lineage! Let's cut down whatever he has left! Remember, prevention is better than cure! Unfortunately one of us has chosen his fate. He chose to disobey God's word which clearly states that we should 'Suffer not a witch to live!' He had to be punished and I did punish him!_
_It was time.
Amelia couldn't take it anymore. She had to let go. And finally, she let go. The newly born baby was falling into the fire set underneath!_