In a small room in the council building of Vale sat a blonde youth. He was dressed in a black suit and shoes, wearing a somber look on his face.
Outside this room a short distance away his fate was being decided, and all he could do was wait. What was worse was the fact that he was alone. He had always wondered when/if the truth would come out, what he would do, what he would say. He could've thought of a thousand scenarios for how it would happen, and how it would all play out. But not one of those scenarios would've come close to how it really was. Maybe if he had factored in the people he would meet, and the relationships he would make, he would have come close, but it was because of those relationships that he had thought it would be different.
It wasn't.
He almost wanted to laugh. All it took was three weeks for him to reach rock bottom. His friends had abandoned him, he was labeled a disappointment by his family, and worse, the one person he had thought would stick by his side was nowhere to be seen.
But still, he couldn't understand it. He had already faced the threat of being discovered. His past bully and tormentor had overheard a conversation between him and his partner and had nearly exposed him, but he had come out of the situation for the better. His secret was safe and he had come out of it better, more willing to accept his faults and weaknesses. He was also more willing to push away his pride and accept help.
He thought that he was past it, that he could move on to the next part of his life as a Huntsman. He realized how foolish that thought was. Something like this would never have just disappeared; it was always going to be right behind him. Waiting for the chance to get him. When he was comfortable, when he thought he was safe, when he was content. It was the perfect moment really. He never saw it com-
"Jaune Arc".
He was pulled out of his thoughts by voice of a gruff vale police man, or was it bailiff? He wasn't sure, but that wasn't important at that moment. He turned his head to look at man standing at the door to the room.
"Yes" he replied.
"Please come with me, the council has come to a verdict."
And the time had come. He stood and nervously smoothed out his pants. He walked out of the room and started following the man as they made their way towards the council room. As they walked down the hallway to the council room Jaune could feel the dread pool in his stomach, he felt like a man walking towards his execution. 'I very well could be', he thought . The sweat was building on his brow and he made to wipe it away.
He noticed the (policeman?) stop in front of the doors to the council room and stopped as well. He opened the door and stepped aside, waiting for Jaune to step through.
'Well I guess this is it'. And with that thought he stepped through the door.
So that is my story so far. I know it's not much but like I said, first story. If any of you would like to see more there are some things you should keep in mind. 1, this is the first thing I've written since high school and the first piece of creative writing since my freshman or sophomore year. 2, I have almost zero experience writing dialogue and I'm pretty sure that is important in this kind of story. 3, it's took me about two hours to write this and like a month to upload it. Now, I'm not bad at writing, I could half ass an English paper and still get an A, but like I said it's been a while.
Yeah so please tell me what you think.