if you find the following passage a bit too much don't fret (or do fret) because i made it so.
this is also my first piece.
I do not own any of the things that already belongs to someone else. (no spoilers)
Charyou Tree
By:
R. J. R. Morales
The soldier dragged the whore in to the streets after he discovered her, consorting with another man. It wasn't right and she must be punished for her immoral acts. He presented the half-naked wench to the crowd and the crowd knew what she is. The looked at her with respite and the soldier let them mocked her and curse her. There was a riot and she was the lamb for their sacrificial pit.
She pleaded for mercy but all she got was a punch in the face. She fell on the dusty streets crying, while the world insulted her, degrading what was left of the dignity she reserved.
The fanatics began picking up stones. It was their custom; laws handed down by their forefathers back then when god was unmerciful.
People who turn to the wicked dos not deserve the life granted upon them.
But then, a man came to her side and he spoke commanding words that pierced their cruel heats. He was a holy man, she was certain of it and he was her savior.
With nothing but his words, he stopped the rampaging crowd. Even the soldier who initiated the frenzy was left flabbergasted by the truth that the holy man had said for his words are true and pure. He lowered the towering elites, humbled the proud and before he finished his say, not a single one wanted to lifted a finger against her.
But there was man behind the rows who defied the woman's savior. He spoke the wicked laws and the rightful score the harlot deserves. He and his cunning tongue fooled the crowd and the crowd listened to him because his words are the words they wanted to hear, it was their wicked heart they wanted to follow whose fooling pride that would not want to listen for they choose to remain ignorant of wisdom and reason but instead, lost their selves to the will of the crowd. And in a single moment, when she thought that her life was saved, the fate turned against her. The humbling words were then a whisper amidst the roaring lie. The wise council was discarded for their thirst of tainted blood, her blood. And in the end, it was the holly man and the harlot who was stoned to death.