With a chilling certainty that cut through her like a blade, her son's response echoed through the tumultuous air.
"It is I who have deceived you, Mom, I want to live my life without the label of a witch. For that reason you must die here and now."
he declared, his voice tinged with a cruel mockery that sent shivers down her spine.
In that moment, the realization crashed over her like a tidal wave, her own flesh and blood, her beloved child, had become the architect of her downfall. Betrayed by the one she had loved and nurtured with every fiber of her being, she felt the last vestiges of hope slip through her trembling fingers.
Yet even as the flames of betrayal threatened to consume her, she clung to a flicker of defiance, a spark of resilience that refused to be extinguished. For though she stood alone against the tide of hatred and ignorance, she refused to surrender to the darkness that threatened to engulf them all.
