Write about a ghost
If you were to tell me 200 years ago that my kingdom would betray my trust and burn me to a post, I would have laughed. Laughed harder than I ever would have in my entire life. Although now I would believe it true since I saw it happen. I saw everyone; screaming "How could you do this to us?!?" "We trusted you!!!" "We had faith in you, and you sold us out!!!" And then flames. Flames all around, squeezing every bit of life out of me.
I've been stuck on the post ever since and I'd say that it is incredibly boring. Children coming up to the post and asking their parents, "Why did that lady get burnt?" To which every parent without fail responds, "She was a horrible lady, selling us out to those no good cops."
I've been humiliated even in death, all because I wanted to protect everyone. I wanted to be the one to save this hell bound town and convince them out of their evil ways, but no. No matter what I did, I could never change the sinners.
