The sun radiated upon the town square where housed the branches that would soon burn a devil, a monster, a witch. From the west a carpet of black clouds were rolling in, blocking out the colours of the countryside as it rolled along. The sounds of thunder could be heard in the distance. Echoing through the countryside like drums in a silent dining hall.
The peasants flocked to the square like vultures circling a dead carcass. This was a big event to the people of Ekrewood. The isolated village rarely housed any special events; festivals, parties, feasts, were all treasured moments in the lives of an Ekrewood citizen. A witch burning was one