Ice crept through my veins, as heavy footsteps clunked towards us. Our week was up. Still I can't help but wonder who will be the first to go. We all stood up in our shared cell. My body protests against my movements, as it normally does now, wanting to rest. The straw bedding moves under my bare feet as I shift, feeling terrified of what was coming.
A large guard stands in front of our cage, his physical appearance reminding me, somewhat, of an ogre. The terrible sound of wheels screeching to a stop makes my heart beat faster, as if it was trying to burst through my chest. He turns to look at us, watch us, as the blue bars shrink to nothing. His smirks at us and grunts three words at us, at me "Come along blondie"
My heart freezes over as I step forwards, my head looking at the platform forming in front of my feet. I shuffle out of the cell, almost tripping over my feet. I glance over my shoulder to give my friends a weak smile. I stepped into the stone pathway as gracefully I as I can. I can hear the wheels and cogs turning once again closing the cell again. Hay Lin's sobs reach my ears and I find myself hoping she won't be the last to die, that she won't have to watch us get taken away from her one by one.
A heavy hand roughly grabs my shoulder and shoves me, making me trip over my own feet. I stare at the ground as I walk to my death, watching as the ground changes from stone to dirt. I hear many voices whispering around me now, we must be in the heart of the city. They must be doing these executions publicly. Vainly, I hope they don't have to watch, that they can leave if the don't want to see.
"Up you go sweetheart" A condescending voice laughs behind me.
I glance up and see a wooden stage, slowly I pad up the stairs. Tears starting to flow down my face. I am being led to the centre of the stage, I look up at the crowds. I see small children hiding their faces in their mothers skirts, Husbands with their arms around their wives trying to soothe them and groups of orphaned children huddled together. The guards are standing side by side behind the crowds forcing them to stay and watch.
Anger and sorrow rush through me as a thick vine is slipped over my head. Loud wails come from the audience, as the executioner grips the lever. A grinding sound fills my ears, my body drops through the stages trap door as my world goes black.
Okay so this is sort of a sequel to Your Star, it is in no way to Lexvan's sequal, Fallen Star. This was Cornelia's execution, the first to go. I will be doing this for the rest of them. Let me know what you think of this ... Please ...