A large bang broke her spell a rush of heat and fire. Her sacred place by the tree had been discovered. The crowd had surrounded her. Their faces twisted in smugness by the flicking torches. Hands reached out grabbed her locked her in chains. She failed to stop the theft of her wand.
The dogs snarled and barked and they trekked to the docks. Several boats were moved away to make room for a chair that hovered over the pier. It was mader from dark Wood adored with spikes. She wiped tears from her face as she stepped up to the edge of the pier.
A man with a grim look in his eyes emerged from the crowd. Torches set among the docks flicked and gave out little warmth on the late night. Her captors stripped her of her clothes and locked her in the chair. Charges were laid upon her seduction, crop failure, stealing, vagrancy and heresy. Each time many of the crowd would shout confirmations and claim witness to her deeds.
A leather book with presented to her. They had found her grimoire still d