Alternate Ending To Build A Fire

Gemma was moving quickly now. Before the witches could comprehend what was happening, she bent down and took hold of a burning piece of wood from under the boiling cauldron. Her hands twitched, avoiding the heat of the flames. Then, as quickly and carefully as she could, she threw the flaming piece towards the haystack. Consequently, the far end of the room burst into flames. The witches howled as the fire spread wildly from the haystack to the window curtains. The window curtains to a pile of books. The pile of books to the parchment that lined the top shelves of the kitchen.
“Aghhh! Grab the buckets of water! Save the books! Sarrah, get off the floor!” Agnes shrieked.
Everyone in the room began to scream and shout which sent the witches scattering about in hysterics. But something was different about the witches energy. They were no longer moving as fast as their earlier excitement, they appeared fatigued now, drained. Agnes pointed a finger at the fire, but only a small wisp of green magic escaped. Was she depleted of magic?
Gemma was moving more
“We have got to get everyone out of here!”
But to my shock, everyone remained tied up, shrieking, wrenching in place. On the floor, I could see the kitchen knife glinting. The snappy twin was gone, she had escaped along with her shrieky sister.
Scrapping the knife from the floor, I furiously began to hack away at the prince’s ropes. Just then, I felt a tug on my belt. Skillfully, Gemma had managed to pull out the sword from my sheath and swiftly began to sever Gwevella’s ropes. Why hadn’t I thought of that? The Flicket hoppers continued droning, jumping haphazardly, blistering the skin of everyone in the room.
“What is she doing?” Gemma shouted through the hysteria, referring to Agnes. Agnes stood in the center of the kitchen, continuing to breathe out words of gibberish when suddenly, green fire exploded out her fingertips.
“I don’t know,” I yelled back. “But we’re not staying to find