Have you ever wondered what it would be like, dear reader, to be in the mind of an unfortunate soul as they make their way to their execution?

First, it's the call. The calling of their name to meet their Demise. Today is their last.

Then the walk. We creatures of creation have developed via millions of years of evolution the basic instinct of self preservation. When we see imminent death coming towards us, we are hit with the overwhelming urge to run. Flee. Escape. Survive. And yet, those doomed to death must keep walking forward.

Walk towards the firing squad. Walk towards the guillotine. Walk towards the gallows. Walk towards the electric chair.

They normally find a way to subdue the most violent. Drugs and beatings work well, but the most used is the holding process. Death Row.

To know that your being kept alive only to be killed is one of the most spirit-crushing and soul-rotting feelings ever. Hope is lost. Freedom is a stranger. It's being forced to play Russian Roulette with a fully loaded six-shooter. There is only one way out. The final stage of grief is acceptance, and acceptance is the only comfort left.

And we begin our story with a prisoner about to be put on Death Row. The guards behind him were silent with fear. They knew the power, the destruction, he was capable of unleashing.

Life is strange. Just last week he was on top of the world. Invincible. Satisfied. Happy.

And now he was about to be told to die.

Of course, there would be a trial. That's what he was on his way to now, actually. He technically had a chance. Technically. But throughout the week, he had heard the rumors, heard the whispers. Less eye contact. People afraid to even talk to him. Deep down in his hearted, he already knew the sentence.

As they marched on, he could hear the sounds of the crowd grow. A trial such as his was unheard of, a once in a lifetime spectacle.

Well, time to go put on a show.

Walking out onto the court, he was greeted with a strange roar of the crowd. A mixture of awe and uneasiness. Normally a court case only has a dozen or so public viewers, and they were usually only local housewives looking for topics to gossip on.

But for him, it seemed like his case was an impromptu holiday, cause for everyone to call in sick today and witness the trial of a century.

Approaching his seat, he realized that he was the last person needed for his trial, probably planned to gauge the crowd's mood.

Sitting down, he looked around his trial. The people around him, both friend and foe. were all nervous. Frankly, quite terrified. Some held their composure to a relatively acceptable degree. Others weren't even trying. This was uncharted territory. Everyone involved was probably committing treason in some way.

How do you convict someone when they hadn't even committed a crime?

Thus, this was a combination of a trial, and a debate. Should he live or should he die?

He was Link. The Hero. The Prince. The Dead Man Walking.

And his trial was about to begin.


Beginning of Screaming for Vengeance Arc