As they dragged us to the fire, the people supported them. With the little power I had left, I didn't feel like an immortal anymore, but all I was aware of was that I—we weren’t cursed.
“Throw them in!” We could hear them yelling from the back. The people of the village had multiplied. Both young and old held their weapons and stones as they began to throw them at the people that had delayed in throwing us into the fire pit.
One man held my two hands while the other lifted me up from my feet. The people wouldn’t stop yelling that we should be thrown into the pit, and as they were about to throw me in, the people fell silent immediately, and the yelling turned to gasping.
I turned my head in question as to why they were no longer making noise, but I could see a man coming towards us i
