Now A series of oneshots! Thank you Niphrehdil for your review! It inspired me to write another one that I hope will be decent. I'm still having trouble with computer access and I will try to update a sword a wand and germX soon.

A fool thinks himself to be wise but a wise man knows himself to be a fool- William Shakspeare. (honestly has nothing to do with the story)

My sister and I have always been taught to fear the pyre and the executioner's stage since birth. Once my parents brought us to an execution on purpose, to scare us into never using our magic in public. However in secret was a different story. We would sit in the lap of Father as Mother whispered spells and had us repeat them until we had them down. The shutters would be shut as we honed our powers at night.

We were careful. Oh so careful. But it wasn't enough.

Father always told us if guards were to tear through our cottage, that we should remain calm and act surprised. We were to question what they were doing and attempt to be polite. If that failed we should run and meet outside of Camelot. I always had nightmares about it. We weren't powerful enough to escape if needed. That scared me the most.

The guards tore open the door just like in my dreams. Mother stood up, looking truly shocked "What is the meaning of this?" She demanded, the mending she was working on still in her hand.

"We have a warrent for your arrest." One guard said, roughing grabbing my arm.

I shouted as he tugged me along, his iron grip was painful.

I scanned the room looking for escape, wishing for it. Yet there was nothing I could do. My little sister Sally was literally slung over another guard's soldier and my mother found herself being dragged along by her neck.

Why were they so cruel to us? We weren't even convicted yet. Even as I thought this I bitterly laughed out loud, earning a strange look from my sister as we were forced up the road. She still clinged to her little rag doll throughout the ordeal, crying.

We were dragged into the great hall to stand before King Uther. I had only seen him one time before in person. He was a scary and proud looking man with a scar that went through the middle of his forehead. Beside him stood Prince Arthur. He looked like a younger perhaps more handsome version of Uther, however his face was kinder. He seemed truly concerned as me and my sister were dumped on the floor, followed by my mother.

"Anna Spinster and Connor and Sally, children of Anna, you have been accused of sorcery." Uther's voice was cold and his expression was hardened. I never thought someone who never met me could hate me so. "Do you deny these charges?"

Mother's voice was shaking as she replied "W-we are a good, hard workin family my liege, we w-would never d-do such a dark art, we have no cause to"

Sally was crying, burying her face into the doll. The Prince looked sympathetic, but Uther would have none of it.

"Someone shut that child up!"

Before any guard made a move to her I hugged her "Stop crying Sal we cannot anger him"

"I-I don't care!" She cried, burying her head into my shoulder.

"Surely these people cannot be sorcers?" Arthur reasoned with his father "No one could teach much to a girl that young and the person who reported them wasn't in the best of health."

I decided right then and there that I liked the Prince. Sadly his reasoning was lost on his father.

We were lead to the pyre. The executioner stood motionless beside it. He scared me more than the king. Somehow the black hood that covered his face made him seem unhuman and stoic. He looked like a monster that would hide in the shadows. I proceeded to close my eyes listening to the gasps of horror as we walked by. Sally would be the youngest person accused of sorcery and executed for the first time in twenty years. She's barely five.

I myself got similar sympathy being only nine. Mother weeped as we were lead upon the stage and tied to our own individual stakes.

"I love you Sally, I love you Connor." She cried tearfully.

"I love you too." We both replied.

The flames swept up, making me sweat from the heat, burning through my clothes and licking my skin. I screamed along with my family. However my thoughts were on Father, who would return home to find his family dead. Then they turned to the pure agony I felt up to the end.

I watched the executioner bend down and pick up Sally's doll. It was damaged from the flames but still in one piece. He put it in his pocket and then all I saw was darkness.

How did I do? Please review! Hey that kind of rhymed... Not every oneshot will be depressing, I promise!