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.