Aria‘s POV
The sound of angry voices was the first thing I heard when my eyes snapped open. I tried making sense of what was happening–who’s voices were those, and what was happening.
And that was when I noticed my hands were tied behind my back, and I was on my knees.
I looked around me, and all I could see were silhouettes of people surrounding me.
I squinted my eyes in confusion, trying to make out the faces of everyone around me, who seemed both familiar and distant at the same time.
Slowly, like a badly filmed movie, their faces became clearer, at the same time as the words they were chanting became much more clear.
“Kill her!”
“Kill the traitor!”
“Burn her at the stakes!”
The more the words echoed, the more the fog of confusion covering my mind cleared up.
Their words and e
