Prologue
Prologue
I stared out at all of the people watching me. Trying to beg silently with my eyes, trying to show how much I didn't want this, how much of a misunderstanding this was. But all of the eyes were glaring at me, filled with pure cold hatred.
I shifted in my bondage, trying to find the comforting face of my brother, but only winced in pain as the ropes burned my skin, and the wood dug deeper into my leg.
A dull chant started out in the crowd and slowly grew, piercing my ears and sending a slight shiver down my back.
But these were my neighbors, and if they wanted me dead, then dead is what I would be.
I set my face in a disobedient glare, and wished them all a slow painful death as the robed men carried their torches over and set the fire free to rampage across my skin.
A/N: So, how was it? Should I continue with the story?