This was actually a short story that I wrote for an assignment for my language arts class. Turns out that my teacher is just as much a fan of Tamora Pierce's writing as I am. Anyway, on with the little oneshot. Honestly, though, I fought with myself for two hours on whether or not to actually post this. My annoying must-post-everything side won.
All characters belong to Tamora Pierce.
The woman stood in front of the man who, for some, served as both judge and jury. She stood straight, though she kept her head down, only looking at the ground. Her lips trembled as she whispered a quiet prayer to Mithros and the Goddess, a prayer that she would not be punished for the crimes of her mother or her brother Yates. She glanced up quickly when she heard the court herald say "Gemma Noll."
The court Dogs forced her forward to stand in front of the Lord Magistrate. She looked up briefly for a few seconds, only long enough to look up to where the Dogs were sitting, long enough to see the sorrowful and apologetic look on the face of Beka Cooper, who was dressed in her black uniform with its white Puppy trim.
She stayed quiet as the Magistrate heard the accusations against her. She herself, though, could not hear what the herald was saying. The only thing she could hear was the Lord sending her from the city to pay for not turning in her mother and Yates into the Dogs. She resigned herself to her fate and went with the court Dogs back out of the court.