A guttural sound left her throat, like that of nails scrapping across rock, like an animal in the throes of death before all grew silent, it was as if the everything within the village had became devoid of sound as her voice rang out, the spell of her curse she would weave for all to hear.
"Upon the Mother Maiden, upon the Mother Crone,"
"I call upon the Winds and the Flame, the Water and the Earth"
"I plead The to hear my call."
"A curse for those who anointed my flesh and bone,"
"Souls be damned, souls be bound; Together intwined for rebirth"
"Hear my curse one and all..."
"For these crime you must atone."
"One final chance to show your worth,"
"Or to hell we all shall fall."
The flames were to her neck now, her flesh was melting, her muscles exposed as the flames licked ever higher, caressing her cheek as if to catch her tears. There was a finality to the spell as the winds picked up rolling in storm clouds that echoed the rage of the heavens and the earth. Dread filled one and all that had gathered around the pyre. With the winds swirling the flames had claimed Joséphine and as her eyes burned from their sockets a gut-wrenching scream would be unleashed from her bone exposed throat. All the pain she had felt she unleashed upon the village, the soundwaves of her scream spreading and carrying out the curse in which she had laid.
As her scream died out rain had begun to fall, as if the heavens themselves were weeping for the loss of Joséphine. The ground began to quake and a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky snaking it’s way across the whole of the town until it made a full circle, striking down and setting the ground ablaze. Men, women, children and animals, all tried to flee the wrath of the curse but all fell as the curse took hold and as Joséphine took her last breath, so too did all in the village of Herndon Falls...
