England, June 25, 1699

Why... Just, why?

This is not the Siodonna family I've known, my family would never commit such heinous crimes!

No! Don't! Spare our family!

I watched as my descendant, the count of this family, kneeled, and blindfolded, grinning.

But beneath those blindfolds that restrict his vision, there are tears falling down from his eyes.

I could feel that something is behind it, but I couldn't tell who did it in the first place.

He mumbled something, and cried again.

I live as a vagrant of England, and not as a lady of Siodonna family after this curse took me over. I live and have to disguise myself as a man to work and to survive and not a lady who live in a life of luxurious aristocracy.

"Amen" the priest said, closing the book, the clamouring of the commoners filled the execution area with anger and support.

Folded hands, put together. He prayed to God and smiled at everyone. 'For Pete's sake, why did you fool yourself with this?' I asked to myself.

He looks like that queen that was executed years ago. I watched those in my youth days, and it was gory. The feeling of a sword or an axe stinging your neck as it separates from your whole body.

He said. "dear everyone, I'm sorry for what I have done. Though my blood would shed in the plaza, peace shall be with thy. If killing an innocent person will satisfy you, then I am willing to be at the death's row. I am not afraid of God, I am afraid of people who will do blasphemous things in this country"

He smiled, and gulped as he felt the sharp edge of the sword. He cried once again as he felt dripping on his neck, I realized that it was blood.

The executioner fixed his stance, and finally positioned the sword, in a blink of an eye, the head separated from the body, people enjoying what they witnessed.

My body shaked in tremor as I watched the blood dripping from his neck to his clothes. I looked above and saw the royal family, sitting and watching as if we were some ants.

The Siodonna family is close to the royal family and yet they did nothing to spare them.

I clench my fists while I stare at them. But my mind is focused on the body— without its head.

According to book I've read before, when a head is decapitated, they will remain conscious for 20 seconds. 20 seconds passed so it is completely dead.

The people in the back of the stage carried his body, to give him a proper burial.

The blood stained the floor, and I can't prevent myself but to hate the current Siodonna family.

And now, the rest of the family will be exiled.

I clenched my fist more, that I didn't notice that my co-worker, my friend, Miguel, touched my arm.

"What are you doing here Simon? Our boss is already looking for you!" he said in a tone that both of us will be heard.

"Nothing ordinary, just watching an execution" I answered in solitary. He nodded and told me to come with him.

As the execution ended, all I can remember was that head. That head who ended this noble clan.

They will pay for everything, no matter if they were my descendants or not. What they end shall remain in history.

This family that my great grandfather built and preserve so well, came in the wrong hands, resulting to tarnish, until it became dust.

I walked away, avoiding the stage to prevent that image to reappear again.