Diana had few memories of her past. She didn't need them. Not remembering made it easier to act innocent when inquisitors knocked on her door. But there was a memory she could never forget. It was her mother's execution. She still remembered the little girl watching as they tied up her mother. As they hollered at the woman, as they defaced her proud image. As the flames began to take hold, so too did a memory take hold within the child's brain. A memory of grief. A memory of despair. Diana had wondered then, what made these people so cruel? What made them hate her mother, who had shown them nothing but kindness? Diana had wondered for many years, but eventually she realized the simple truth. The world was cruel. It always had been. It didn't matter how good of a person you were, if you had prohibited magic in your blood, that was reason enough to execute you. After all, you're a witch, and to the general population, the only good witch is a dead witch.

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