Quick Warning: This will have some slightly heavy matter of murder, being burned alive, ect. This first part takes place in the middle ages around 1470 so I'm sorry for any historical inaccuracies. Enjoy!

"Kill Her!" A man screamed.

"Witch," said another.

A girl that was in her early twenties was being dragged forward by rope that was binding her hands and cutting her wrists. She had cool blue eyes, fair skin that was currently littered with bruises and sweat, and blond hair that was cropped short with jagged ends. It was once long like any other woman but was cut as a smaller form of punishment. She was also wearing a dirty, rough white dress.

Rocks and other assorted items were being thrown at her while she was led to a platform that held her fate. To add insult to injury, things were being screamed at her along the lines of,

"Demon!"

"Rid us from this messenger of Satan!"

"Death to the witch!"

When she reached the platform, she was roughly pushed to stand straight against a wooden stake twice as tall as her. More rope was applied binding her against the stake, and making she there was no way she could escape. Stacks of hay were loaded at her feat.

The herald stepped up and unrolled a piece of parchment, and drums started to play.

"On this day, you, Corina of Florence are to be burned at the stake until dead under the charge of witchcraft. Unless anyone will vouch for her and present worthy evidence that this execution should not commence, speak now or forever hold your tongue."

No one spoke, and Corina wasn't the least bit surprised. These ignorant people, blind to the obvious and scared of her all because she supported innovation of medicine. But in a way, she pitied them. She hoped that one day, they would see the truth and that would lead to the prevention of others meeting the same demise she was. In a way, she was a martyr.

And she accepted that. Not showing fear, not screaming, not begging, and not crying was a way of dying with honor. It was her last wish. If she was going to die this day, she wanted to do it with some last remaining shred of dignity.

"Very well then," The herold continued. He then turned to her. "If you have any last words, speak them now," he told her.

She took a breath, and let it out. "I do not fault any of you in any way," she said using the loudest voice she could muster. "I hope that you will all find a light in the darkness and move onward, past barbaric things such as this. That you will come to see that a man is a man, and a woman a woman despite the situations that surround. I will die with honor and dignity and not give any of you the satisfaction of seeing me beg for my life. A life I have lived well and do not have any regrets in. That is all."

"Then Corina of Florence, may God have mercy on your soul." He gave a nod to a man in black armor, who handed him a torch. The herald threw the torch at the hay which caught fire in a matter of moments.

Corina bit her tongue as the scorching heat made its way up her body. She could smell her burning flesh and blood and that made bile rise to her throat. She swallowed it and closed her eyes in prayer begging for entrance into God's kingdom.

In a matter of minutes she couldn't take it any more and smoke began clogging her lungs. A few seconds later her world went dark and the last thing she saw was the moon.

A bright light made her eyes flicker open and she felt no ground beneath her feet. She was flying.

"I must be ascending into heaven," she thought to herself.

"No, you are ascending into a higher form of being," a male voice said a in a calming voice to her.

"Who...who are you," Corina croaked out.

"I am the Man in The Moon, chooser of Spirits and Guardians," the voice told her.

"What do you want with me?" Corina asked.

"My child, in your mortal state you helped and saved many lives and for that you are now being rewarded. After being unjustly killed, you have now become a spirit with great power." The Moon told her.

"What do mean spirit?" She asked curiously.

"Look at your reflection," he replied simply. "You will see differences to your looks."

Corina lowered herself down and gasped her reflection. Her blue eyes were now a pink color. Her once blond hair was now a light pink, longer in length, and tied up into a pretty hairstyle similar to monarchs. She also had a very elaborate outfit and shoes. Thankfully, she still retained her choppy bangs she'd always loved.

"What's happened to me," she asked in wonder.

"I made sure that you retained memories of your mortal life as you might find them useful. You are now Gia, the Spirit of The Earth. Everyday you will assist the Earth's bounty in rising to hope may be spread. You are not the only spirit out there and when in need of help, you may turn to me or a fellow spirit. Now go and light man through the darkness until the end of days."

"Gia," she says testing the name out. She gave a soft smile and turned to see the moon had set and the sun was rising. She saw light caressing her hands and brought them up. The closed buds surrounding seemed to open up and take on a nicer scent.

This was her purpose. This is what she was meant to do. What she was born to do.

I hope you liked it! This took me a while to come up with a background story and a name. Yes, Gia is based off of Gaia The Earth Goddess. The next chapter will jump forward to present day where she will already be a guardian. I do have her center, why that is her center, location of her Flower Palace, helpers, duties, and reason as to why she was put to death planned out and that will all be revealed gradually. I'll try to update once a week but for now comment, and smash that favorite button! Bye!