A small town populated by the most pious and kind of Christians.

And murderous witch hunters.

Wait, they're the same thing.

The streets are well-trodden by foot and hoof alike, and folks are friendly.

Unless you're a witch.

::Anissa casually walks through the town, heading out of it. She smiles and waves to all the randoms. They don't know about her yet, so it's safe for her to walk amongst them. She's quick to leave, though, going to the outskirts of town and hiding behind a... cow. So she can think.::

:: Aurellia too appears behind the cow. So she can think.::

:: Anissa has the feeling that she is being watched and is surprised to find a woman next to her. Surely she would have heard her approach? The mob cannot have found her already, could they?::

"I am no angry villager, Anissa. I'm here to offer you a proposition. Your future."

:: Anissa steps back.::

"What trickery is this?"

:: Perhaps the villagers were smarter than she gave them credit for. What a cunning plan this was.::

"No trickery."

:: Suddenly Anissa will feel her death at the hands of the village. She will feel the cold water surge up her nose, into her mouth and finally her lungs as the village carry out their sentence. It's hard to breath, hard to see. The vision stops just before Anissa succumbs to the icy depths.::

:: Anissa cries in shock and clutches at her chest and throat.::

"Devilry! Who has sent you?"

"Someone who wishes to help. Your death is a cruel and unfair one, why should you suffer it? Your future self is not as quick of mind as you, not as strong and yet she wastes her life with poor attempts at the craft. It's shameful."

:: The sounds of a mob in the distance grow with each passing second.::

"WITCH!"

"DEVIL WORSHIP!"

"KILL THE WITCH!"

:: Aurellia turns to glance in the mob's direction. Only a glance.::

"Do you wish to experience what I just shown you or to life a life that is rightfully yours?"

:: Anissa is more than aware of the cruel death which awaits her now and she grabs hold of Aurellia's arm.::

"Very well."

:: To the fourth dimension.::

::Past Anissa appears in the spot from where she left, and as realisation dawns on her, her face becomes filled with panic.::

"No! I'm not going to die this way!"

::But the mob are now on her. Tens of them quickly restrain her before she can do any of the filthy witchcraft.::

"BURN IN HELL WITH YOUR MASTER!"

"DIE! WITCH!"

"SHIT! I LEFT THE IRON ON!"

::After gagging her with material, they pick up the immobile Anissa and carry her to the well.::