Chapter 51: Burn The Witch! (2)

At the next chime of The Clock, Jasmine followed the villagers who had grabbed her younger self. She caught up only to see her younger self tied up and with a gunny sack draped over her head.

The angry villagers cheered in relief. They were really going to burn her like they did to everyone who was discovered to be a witch. They went around her in a large circle, chanting a bizarre mantra while splashing oil on the scaffold and throwing stones at her.

"That's enough for tonight." Blaze's voice rang through her ears and if she was not wrong, he sounded… worried?

"Stop buzzing already. You're so noisy!" She shooed him off. This was the part she wanted to watch most. She could feel her seven-year-old self crying out to someone. It was a word she didn't recognize—probably in the language of deities—but she wanted to remember it so she could ask later. However, Blaze wasn't making that easy with his constant nagging.

"Keep this in mind, my little Gessamine. You will always pay for your mistakes sooner or later." He grumbled for whatever reason he was bothering her.

She snapped even though she couldn't see him. "I agree. Because that means you will pay for yours too. Also, please call me Jasmine."

"Whatever you want, Jasmine." Her name came out as a sarcastic tease and she wasn't sure she wanted to hear it again. "Leave the clock."

Jasmine ignored him and turned back to the village to hear the shouts of the villagers which sounded triumphant.

"Burn the witch! Kill her!" They shouted and continued chanting.

"If I'm really a witch who can set things on fire, aren't you putting your lives in danger?" She spoke all of a sudden, startling them for a second. After throwing so many stones at her, they had expected her to be a hanging corpse or unconscious at the very least. While they were spooked, a man carrying a torch threw it to the ground, extinguishing it. "She is right. Let's get out of here."

"No! She is manipulating you!" Shouted a woman with her hair as well as most of her face covered with a scarf.

"Stop! What are you doing? Who permitted this?" A male voice interrupted them. It was the magistrate, and he tried to disperse them with the help of several young men.

"She has to die today!" The woman with a scarf insisted.

"Burn her! Burn her!" Her supporters yelled.

Covered with a gunny sack, little Jasmine couldn't see it but now when she watched it from an outsider's point of view, she found the woman strange. "That's not a human."

"No!" A yell escaped her lips when the scarfed woman bent down with her torch to set the oil ablaze while everyone was distracted. But just as the flame connected with the oil, everything went pitch black.

Jasmine blinked. "Why did it suddenly go dark?"

It took a few seconds to realize that it must be her younger version. She was a demigoddess of fire, of course she could put it out.

However, it was troublesome for the present Jasmine because she wanted to see what was going on in the dark! But no matter how hard she tried to create a torch of her own, she felt nothing. It was as though her power had been numbed. She slapped her forehead when she remembered that it was indeed numbed.

No wonder Blaze sealed her power. She would probably hurt her past self if she were to light a torch now, which she had been tempted to do.

"Lord Blaze, I would like to see what happened in the dark." She had no choice but to request it.

"I can let you, but promise me not to do anything crazy." He spoke, suddenly appearing behind her.

"Okay." She didn't have any other choice.

Blaze tapped her forehead before giving a stern warning. "Don't try to do anything. Just follow quietly. If you try to use your power to defend your younger self, you will hurt her. You are much stronger than her." He patiently explained, making her know why he had decided to seal her power.

"I understand." She nodded and when she turned, she realized that she could see in the dark. "How did you do that?" She asked him about the impressive phenomenon.

"It's one of your special abilities." He disappeared, letting her explore on her own.

She went back near the scaffold and saw the panicked reactions of the villagers. They looked like they had seen a ghost. Some of them took off in tandem, bumping into trees, rocks and each other thanks to the pitch darkness.

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She looked at the woman with a scarf and couldn't see her anymore. She couldn't have run that far in such a short time. Jasmine noticed a scarf on the ground, which was being trampled by a group of men who had tripped and fallen over each other in a heap. It was black with a white pattern, just like that of the woman who had disappeared. She couldn't touch it but her doubt was confirmed. That was not a human. She must be a deity! Not only was she a deity, but she must also be the goddess who had been colluding with the priest to kill her. But why would a goddess want her dead?

She was just a seven-year-old at the time, the youngest and probably the least powerful deity. She posed a threat to no one. Why would a goddess be so vehement about wanting her dead?

Deciding not to search for the woman, she followed her younger self instead. She had burnt the ropes off her hands and taken off the gunny sack, taking off to the mountains.

When she caught up, the girl was lying in a fetal position in a cave, hugging her small arms and mumbling a name that Jasmine couldn't quite place.

The cold was getting unbearable but Jasmine walked further into the cave, trying to catch the word. She could only catch the first syllable. To. It was as helpful as having heard nothing.

"Jasmine!" An alarmed call cut off Blaze's summoning spell, forcing her out of The Clock and waking her. She opened her eyes to meet Dairon's worried ones.

"You scared me. How could you wander off on your own?" He scolded her. "Forget wandering off on your own. How could you fall asleep in the ocean? Is your bed too hot?"

"In the…" It was only then that she realized where she was. "Ah!" A shriek escaped her lips and she would have drowned if Dairon was not holding her. What the hell was she doing in the ocean?

'Keep this in mind, my little Gessamine. You will always pay for your mistakes sooner or later.' Blaze's warning rang through her mind.

"Damn you Blaze." She cursed aloud.

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Although she was a demigoddess, spending the better part of the night floating around on the sea wasn't the warmest experience. Her nose felt stuffed in the morning and so did her chest.

"And here I was thinking that the sea is supposed to be warm at night." She spoke and sneezed immediately.

"It is. Usually." Said Bardumond who had been summoned to check on her. The icy cold sea water from last night, paired with the fact that Dairon didn't feel her absence until hours later, must be part of Blaze's 'extra special' treat.

He gave a medicinal soup to her. "You should feel much warmer after drinking it, and you will be better in about half an hour." He instructed.

"He was definitely trying to kill me." She huffed and drank the soup in swigs to get done with the ultra bitterness as soon as possible. She placed the empty porcelain bowl on the table in relief. "He is so hateful. How am I supposed to negotiate with him regarding my living arrangements?"

"It's quite easy. Just use the magic word." He made it sound like it was a walk in the park.

"Magic word…please?" She asked about the word that was most popularly used when making requests.

Bardumond smiled with a slight shake of his head. "If 'please' was magical, the realm of immortals would be chaotic."

She was not sure what he meant but she looked at him pleadingly. "Could you tell me the magical word, Lord Bardumond?"

He harrumphed and ignored her.

"Bardumond?" She tried dropping the honorific, only to be ignored again.

She racked her brains and smiled when she figured it out. "Can you help me out, brother?"

The word startled Bardumond and he was speechless for a while. He remained silent for a few seconds before clearing his throat. "Then I'm certain you know what the magic word is."

"No way." She shrank back.

"He will do anything if you call him 'father'. You have no idea how much influence the word has on him." Bardumond confirmed her fear.

"Yeah, I'm not calling him that.." She drawled.

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