Eva and Jade continued to caress each other for a long minute. They will depart after the guards are sent to release them from the cell, and after that, only Notch shall know what will happen.

"Eva," Jade said rapidly, gazing out through the cell's minute window. A group of about three of the King's accomplices was at the door of the prison, awaiting entry. Their serious demeanor suggested that they needed Eva as soon as possible. "They're coming for us."

Eva reluctantly freed Jade from her tenacious grip. Eva wiped her decrepit, haggard face before looking at the tall, glamorous young woman in front of her. "It ends now for me, and nothing else can be done." Eva's voice reached a high pitch. "I hope they make this…quick."

"Eva!" Jade felt the reality finally soaking into the fabric of her being. "You can't go now! This can't happen, I can't lose you now! There's so much that you still need to see!"

"Keep your voice down!" Eva stressed jarringly. "I don't want those men to think you of being my friend. They'd have your neck break too!"

Eva gave a final sigh before whispering. "Jade, you are strong enough. I know you can carry on without me; you must! Nothing can be done to save me. You're going to have to learn how to live on your own; you keep forgetting you're a mob!"

Jade steeled herself in preparation of the guards barging into the cell. The cell was on the second floor; Jade felt the blood roaring in her ears as she heard the echo of many shoes against the stone staircase. Exasperated chatter flowed from the mouths of the several men into the hall. Jade felt her heart... then her thoughts broke up. Jade wasn't human, so what the hell was palpitating so acutely inside her chest? Did she even have a heart all this time?

The two watched as an armored prison guard smoothly inserted a large key into the door, unlocking it in seconds. Afterwards, the King's accomplices seized Eva, all of whom rushed in after Eva against the bunk bed, all wearing purple robes laced with holy symbols, protecting themselves from any of Eva's magic. Eva cursed and rejected their brutal way of plucking her from the cell as the three forced her against the wall, cuffing her hands behind her back. The courtiers were armed with iron enchanted swords of flame, and they were not hesitant to inflict damage upon Eva if she retaliated against the men. Jade stood against the back corner of the cell and witnessed the entire act. Eva gave one last sorrowful glance to Jade as Eva was hulled out of the room, practically dragging in the arms of the men.

Jade forced herself to react as if a criminal was removed from her hair as a prison guard motioned with his head for Jade to exit the cell. Jade wished she never had to try this hard to pretend. Jade would flood the cell if the guard was absent, but weeping for a person which a whole city dubbed a witch would earn Jade a noose right next to Eva. The action was suicide, and Jade took one last glance out of the cell window to then face the prison guard.

The guard, a well- muscled man of about forty years of age, took concern to Jade's attitude. "Is something not right?" The guard concentrated solely on the lady exiting the cell, noticing her sublime attractiveness.

"That was so wild. They carried her from the cell."

"Well she's getting what she needs, a lesson taught with death."

Jade pushed the thoughts of the execution to an isolated corner in her mind. No tears shall fall, at least not now, in spite of the difficultly for Jade to resist the waterworks. The prison guard escorted Jade down to the main floor. There some prison inmates were pinned up to the doors of their cells, following the preceding event of Eva being taken out recklessly. They took notice of Jade, for she was probably one of the few dazzling females that ever stepped foot into that prison. Whistling at the young lady and calling out sexual innuendos, Jade was in no mood to hear their yelps and hideous comments. All she wanted was to get far away from Crystalwyn, to forget this event, and to start over… again. Perhaps she would drink the potion and luckily lose her memories again… but only for a while. Jade now had an increasing array of recollections coming to her each day. Only if they made sense…

Eva's twenty-seven years flew before her eyes as she was positioned on a wooden gibbet along besides the King's men preparing to place the noose around her neck. Her hands were chained behind her back, and there was no room for Eva to move them. The noose was raised far above the ground, enough so that the trapdoor would open below and Eva's neck would snap in one fluent motion. At least her death would occur without struggling and suffering. The kingdom abolished burning witches or making a person choke on the rope as torture for an execution well over a hundred years ago. But the multitudes of Semitrans as well as Crystalwynians were exuberant and animated to see this witch be hung. Eva tried not to stare into the crowd as she was lead up to the noose by a uniformed man, the sheriff, who was responsible for her execution. The amount of armed men in the area erased any thoughts of escape for Eva. Walking towards the rope and standing over the crowd, the marshal's face was fixed with an uncomfortably large smile, since he liked to kill off all he saw as criminals. Beyond the large common area where the entire throng of people stood and awaited her death, King Drake's castle loomed in front of Eva, a colossal structure of fine stone masonry artistically crafted through years of meticulous work. Drake and his wife, Queen Catalina, watched the execution take place from their majestically lit balcony above the commons. With the smooth wave of Drake's bejeweled hand, the sheriff positioned the rope around Eva's burnt neck, and all he had to do was activate a lever to end it all.

The crowd was feral and vicious, and each person was past the point of containment. Shouts of "Pull it!" and "Do it!" chorused to an uproar in the cool starry night under a crescent moon. No one in the housing district of the city was going to get a wink of sleep tonight. The public execution was most likely done now to appease the reckless mob, all of whom were beyond angry with Eva.

Eva's thoughts buzzed uncontrollably through her mind as her final seconds ticked on by in slow motion. A tear streamed from her remaining eye as she felt herself go completely numb. Eva's breathing quickened, but she could not force a yelp or even a whisper to her parched lips. Would a miracle happen and she be saved? Would anyone care about her after? Was her father witnessing this? Would her mother hear of this news? Was her brother all right on his adventures? Was Eva really acceptant of dying? Was Jade all right? Was Eva going to be…..?

And with that final incomplete thought, the trapdoor opened, Eva fell through, and her world disappeared.