Burn Her

I have often fantasised about what would have happened if the cowardly, misogynistic thugs, and their unattractive, bitter, finger-pointing enablers, who burned bright, independent young woman as ‘witches’, had accidentally burned someone who was, perhaps even unknowing, actually some kind of powerful creature…

… and instead of screaming and begging, the flames caused her to sigh in delight…

… as they transmogrified her mortal shell into her actual, elemental body, her real powers suddenly blossoming…

… would she look at the her feeble-minded accusers with wrathful, power-filled eyes, before giving them a taste of their own punishment?…

… or would she look down of their fear-drenched, grovelling forms with the distain they deserved…

… and, with a flick of her mind, turn the flames into gorgeous raiment?