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"Bring the convict forward," called a clear, powerful voice.
Several guards led a small, brown haired man into a large cavern that held about fifty people. They all had a variation of the same grave look upon their faces. This was not a duty that any of them wanted, yet they knew that this is what had to be done.
The guards led the prisoner to an open area in the middle. He was forced to kneel in the middle and his arms were chained to the ground using the customary titanium iron. He already bore the wrist band of this material, but it was always best to be safe when dealing with lunatics. No, the titanium would prevent him from reaching for the Power, and the guards would be able to restrain him.
"This man," continued the judge, when the guards had finished securing the convict," stands before us today convicted of high murder. He has been on a killing rampage, the last of these was the king himself. He has shown no remorse for his actions. You, the jury, have already found him guilty of these horrendous acts. Now, I ask you to allow the only fitting punishment for this crime: complete exile. This is the method that our fathers have placed before us for the most atrocious of criminals. I believe that he is the most fitting we have ever had in our long years of existence. Now you have been given two days to ponder upon this mans fate. I ask you: what is his sentence?"
The chairwoman stood, her dark eyes taking in the unkempt, unruly look about the murderer. The most despicable act any one can do, she thought,. How could anyone stoop so low?
"We sentence the convicted, Taren Notamalon, to a life of exile, on a unknown world. Never shall he be permitted to return among us till the end of our kingdom," she said with looks of complete loathing towards the Taren. "However, we feel that due to his mental state it would be making us murders to send him into another world with nothing. We feel that giving him at least the ability to understand different tongues would be a more humane way of sending him off. Our decision was unanimous and as we speak for the people of Ganshire, it shall not be overturned.
The man did not do as most would have in his situation, he did not cry out or beg for mercy from the jury. He simply knelt there with a look of smug satisfaction on his pallid face. Now they would remember him. The boy that had always been overlooked. Now who were they laughing at? He had done an act that no one else had ever dared to do. Now they would not remember him as the pathetic young man that was not worthy of promotion or notice. No that child was gone. In his place was this mastermind.
"Very well," the Judge said. Turning to the prisoner he felt a wave of disgust surge within him. He had known Taren from when he was a small boy. People had always had a tendency to pick on him because he was not athletic or academic. All he ever seemed to do was stare off into the clouds. He only participated in class activities if a teacher called upon him to do so. The ambition he had shown when he was older had always been overlooked by the elders, for they had always chosen to favor the ones that had shown initiative from an early age. Now, he had been driven to the state of insanity. No longer was he considered one of the dwellers, he was now an outsider . What was probably worse for Taren, he was now forever cut off from the Power. His abuse of the ability was always reason enough to bind someone's mind from ever touching the powers. No. This was how they had always done it. "Sentencing will be carried out immediately."
Several people in black uniforms stepped forward. They unbound Taren from the chains and forced him up on to his feet. One of them stepped forward and held his head tightly. Taren went rigid for several seconds, as if a jolt of electricity had gone through him. Then he went back to how he had been. The mage went back and joined the others, and they began to open the portal. There was very little challenge in opening this type of gateway. The reason for this was that the conjurer did not want to know where it was going. This was only for the punishment of the prisoner. He would cease to be the problem of this world, but become the problem of another.
It flashed into existence. The mages quickly checked to make sure the binding band could not be taken off and then pushed the convict through the gateway. Soundlessly, the portal closed itself; not even a shimmer in the air betrayed where it once stood. The mages had done their job and now the murder would not terrorize the people of the underground anymore.
Authors note: This is simply for my own practice. I would greatly appreciate constructive critisism as I am trying to improve my writing skills. I do not care if you are mean or nice, so if you don't like it for a reason and let me know so that I can try to improve.
