Epilogue+-+When+a+Saint+falls...

//1431 May 30th// //Voices... millions of voices drowned the clunking of the logs as they led me towards the stake. I did not want to die... no, I did not want to die now, but if God's will is such, then I shall embrace it wholeheartedly. After all, the sin I had committed had not been light. I had no choice, but any other soul would have done the same.// //I felt my arms being seized, tied behind the rough wood of a log. As I looked at the world for the final time, I instantly felt... glad. Now I realised... I had accomplished my goal. My purpose in life had been fulfilled, and now it was time for me to join Him.// //"Before we light fire, do you, Joan of Arc, have any last requests?"// //"I have, but one, final request," I spoke confidently. "Hold a cross in front of my vision, so that I may see it while I die."// //The crowd split to make way for an elderly woman, holding a crucifix. She gave it to Martin Lardvenu, and he in turn raised it high into the air as the fires started. They licked my legs and came ever closer... and closer...//

__Geoffroy Therage's (executioner) POV__ Even as she was swallowed by the flames of devastation, I was sure another light seemed to be shining behind her. As the executioner, I had been trained to negate my feelings when doing these things, but even so, I'm... quite afraid that I will be damned because I executed her. After she had been executed, Martin Lardvenu had redug her body out from the rubble, and burnt her again, so that she would never rise. But no matter how much you try to erase her, she will never be completely erased. Nothing can ever truly be erased. She will always live through us, in our memories. "Your story will always be remember, Joan of Arc."

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