Tears are rolling down her hot cheeks as she hears the screams. The screams of her younger sister being burnt alive. She has to watch, stand with good posture and try not to make a spectacle of herself as she watches her best friend die in agony. Ignis is watching the flame lick her sisters skin and slowly engulf her. Ignis's eyes turn to the crowd of witches and warlocks who have come to watch the show, and remind themselves of what happens when you go against the coven. Her head turns, looking at the individuals as their eyes light up in excitement watching her sister die. One by one, they all watch almost-smiling. But as Ignis's eyes flicker, her eye connects to a man who isn't looking at the fire, but toward the ground. Remorse. She can see remorse in his face. Never seeing him before in the coven, Ignis wonders who he is. Who is this stranger with compassion? Ignis watches him until he glances up; straight towards her. Their eyes connect for a moment too long and then Ignis looks away; this time to her father who has his hand resting on her shoulder.

Ignis's father is standing beside her, watching his daughter incinerate, with no emotion crossing his face except disappointment. Disappointment that his daughter betrayed the coven.
"I hope you learn from your sister's mistakes" he utters under his breath. Ignis's sisters scream begin to fade as the fire takes the life from her.
Bile is in Ignis's throat, burning her tongue. She hasn't eaten in days knowing this today was coming. She looks at her sisters agonised face finally immerse in the orange light and her soul leaves. She is dead. The coven begin to disperse, returning to the conversation of what they will be doing over the weekend or wondering what they will have for dinner tonight, as the main show is now over.

Ignis's father steps toward the flames that is still burning, and he pulls out an envelope of photos from his jacket pocket; every picture of Ignis's sister that has ever been taken. Any record of her existence, and with such ease and precision, he chucks them into the fire below her burnt body. He then thanks the Ancestors for ridding the burden he called his daughter from his life. Ignis feels detached from life, that this hasn't really happened—but it has. Her sister is dead.
"My Dear Ignis" her father turns "I want you to know, no matter who you are, no matter if I loved you with all my heart; if you betray the coven, you betray me. And I will stand and watch the fire eat you alive as if you were a mere stranger to me." His eyes are like coal, and then he begins to walk away. "Come, mother has made us supper."