When they arrive in the village the wailing still continues. Wails that rise from desperation and painfully echo all over the place. Snow feels a shiver down her spine every time that it beats out in the air. A trace of grey smoke billows into the sky in the distance. Snow assumes that whatever it is thatís burning ahead, they must not approach it. But unlike her wish she is dragged by the will of the witch. And she apparently fears nothing as steps down towards the smoke. They find a crowd of townspeople in tattered garment around a pile of logs and branches with a stake upon to which a girl is tied. She bawls out to get her voice heard by the skies. When Red is sure they have found the owner of the wails, the fire licks the oil off of the logs and hisses its flames up like a hungry serpentine monster that wants to devour its prey wholly. A single bite and everything turns into red, burning hot, and soon everything will perish in the merciless blaze. The girl wonít stop screaming until life burns away from her body. The heat rises beneath her feet. But all of a sudden the flames change their taste and flare into the people. Instead of burning up, they become wider at the bottom. Many hands of the fire lash the people away. Some get burnt and some flee before get caught in the grip of the scorching fire. But one does not make it away in time and gets trapped in the inferno. The one who carried the torch and first set fire to the logs catches fire himself. Flames take him without hesitation and burn him alive so quick that donít even allow him to scream. He dies in front of people's astonished eyes and the girl at the stake lives upon the flames. And more unbelievable to their eyes is the woman who crosses the way among them towards the girl on the logs. She steps over the cinder as if they are ice cold. The fire settles with her and clears from her way. The same fire that just killed the man and venomously pushed the people back. Even Snow is as frightened as the townspeople. They watch as the stranger woman in red unties the girl and brings her down the logs without any harms. "What sorcery is this?!!" The father asks himself and flees inside his church. People are too afraid and too confused that stay and only watch. Red brings the girl to the colder sides. Nobody dares to stay close to them. She is shaking. Her skin is pretty warm but the color to it is lost due to so much apprehension. Red gently feels her cheeks and caresses her to ease. "Poor sweet little creature... What have they done to you?" Red mildly whispers to her and holds her shoulders in order to give her the feeling that she is safe. Snow approaches through those that are frozen at their stand. In the first glance she wonders why the witch would save this grubby girl in rags. She hasnít decided to change character all in a sudden. But then it comes clear to her vision. Unlike her poor old dress, that has no other feature to it but covering her body, she possesses a special beauty. One that the witch certainly canít ignore. She looks at Snow. There's a blue brilliance in the pool of her eyes that innocently shimmers. Snow will never consider her more beautiful than herself, but this could be her chance. Whispers roam among the people as if the woman in red is a witch. But others believe otherwise. "No, sheís a demon and came to save Elle. Because sheís her slave. She is the Satan. God help us all." As these and more assumptions circles between the townspeople, Red looks at the girl and asks her if she is angry with them. She looks at all faces, but none of them appears more hateful to her than the one she cannot find among them. "In the name of the Lord, leave this village and people alone, Satan minions." A man holds a cross to them and yells. Red turns and gives him a withering look. While people too much wish to see them disappear from their ground, Red simply gestures out a finger at the man and the cross in his hand becomes scorching at once. He freaking drops it and stays back. "Do not fear her. We must burn them all or god will forsaken this place." Says the man and holds his burnt hand firmly with pain. "A young man mucked by the gossips of the holy book. Bold and brave, yet too pathetic." Says Red and slits his throat with her blade. The blood spills over Snow and gives her a shock. She disgustedly wipes the drops off of her face. Townspeople only panic under their skins. Red draws back her hood and casts a charm at the fire. It rises and greatly takes into the sky. "Should be another Knight among you, the fire is burning ready." Red warns them loudly then turns to the girl. "Who do you think is more deservant to taste this fire?" She asks the girl and offers her a choice.
Inside the church the father is standing before the statue of his lord, desperately praying to his god, reading the words from the holy book that he thinks can save him from the approach of the evil. The door in the back wildly shuts open. The sound terrifies him and he stumbles at his own stand, intake of his own breath, sweats all over his face. Elle walks the hall towards him with a blade in her hand. Her face very much shows what it is to be hatefully aggregated. She runs up to him before he can run away and stabs his shoulder on the same place she did before. This time she savagely tears his chest down and lets the blade stay in there. The father lays over the floor in so much blood, motionless and moaning. Elle grips on his leg and drags him outside. People witness and sadly groan as she harshly drags the father on the ground. Red orders Snow to help her. The charm she has placed on her before makes her obey without hesitations. Despite that itís against her wish and grace, she grabs on the other leg of the dying man and drags her with the girl to the fire. Then Elle pushes her back and lifts the father to his feet. "For my sisters." She says to him and pushes him into the flames. The father who is terribly wounded canít make a move and only screams as the fire coils around him. Townspeople spread and flee for their lives. Elle stands there and watches without blinking as the man burns to ashes. The smoke rises into the air, dark as it breaches high, and covers the face of the sky above them.