“Good people of Leongarde. By the just jurisdiction of High Priest Florentius we stand here today to sentence these abominable beings back to the corruption they came from. Magic taints their Soul and thus their connection to the Mother. Was it not said that they by their blasphemous acts tore apart the Weaver’s Tapestry of Splendour and Creation?" The Magistrate allowed the crowds to utter their grievances, to jeer and boo as they had always done before. 
"Was it not Magic that Sundered our World and cost the lives of countless innocents? Yet, whilst we the good people of Leongarde set up laws so they may be useful and secure they flaunt our own laws by trying to remain hidden. 
To not be checked and guarded.
So far has the corruption of magic twisted their minds that they planned a coup on the High Castle itself!”
Shocks and gasps rose from the crowds as the crowd responded to what happened next. The soldiers set up one the prisoners onto the block of punishment. It was a middle aged man, with poor attire, looking more like a tradesman or farmer than anything dangerous. 
Sorsha's heart sank, as she recognised him. Closing her eyes in an attempt to wish it all away.
“As you all know how dangerous these magic users are, the good High Priest has ordained me with the task of punishment and safeguarding the good city of Avelore.”
The cries for justice grew louder, making her head spin and want to scream, but her voice seemed to be smothered, her cruel lips never moving despite her own will. 
She felt her world turn into one of nightmarish horrors...the figures she had known so well, contorted, distorted, turning into dark clumps of flesh as the fire consumed them.
So hot...she could barely breathe...
With a gasp she jolted awake, bathed in sweat, feeling their eyes still on her. 
Eventhough many years had passed she still had nightmares of the event.
Their souls would haunt her and she couldn't shake the feeling they would torment her forever.
Wiping the sweat off her brow she thrust the blanket off of her, seeing the golden rays of the morning sun peek through the curtains. 
Time to get up and get ready. 
Her work was waiting for her...