.:notes
Gah. The story got off on a bad foot, and sorry about that. It's still kinda jagged, but I'll work it out more soon. Sorry!
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.:chapter 2: judgment
"What have we here…" mumbled an elderly-looking echidna, dark robes draped around his form, glasses balancing neatly on his muzzle, as he focused them to look at me. One of the guards holding me, spoke up. "The queen's sector has been completely destroyed. We found this child at the scene." He jerked me forwards, causing me to stumble a bit. The elder echidna furrowed a brow at this. "Is this true?"
I closed my eyes and sighed. Why bother denying it? "…Yep." I said casually.
"Were you the one whom destroyed the castle?"
"…Yep."
The elder looked at me in shock. "What is your name?" He demanded rather harshly, obviously enraged at my responses that were full of disrespect.
"Sera Anne Ikami."
"You're Danu's daughter..!"
"..Yep."
The elder moaned slightly. "How could such a brat come from the great Danu?" He gently put his head into his hand in a somewhat mourning manner. "The child's crime deserves no trial. Sentence her to death… despite her age. I suggest a stoning."
I groaned at this. The least they could've done was shoot me… or something… but no, they decided that they'd chuck rocks at me until I bled to death… lovely.
The guards nodded and took a rope from the wall, forcing the rope around my arms, after they had put my arms behind my back. I made no struggles. Why bother? I mean, there was no hope for a pathetic little peasant to be saved. Well.. You could say that I felt rather stupid at this point, humiliated even, as they took me to the execution room. The judge followed.
I stood there for a minute, looking up, at all the seats in awe, amazed that people would even watch such brutal beatings and be amused by them. No one was there, the stands were empty, but I could just imagine the flocks of the nobles flooding in, pointing and laughing, hurling rocks downwards.
I was shoved to continue walking, sighing, and closing my eyes.
"Shouldn't I have a say in this?" A rather tall, dark being said from the corner of the room. I opened my eyes again to see whom had said this, I didn't recognize the voice right away. It turned out to be a male echidna, brown and adorned in elegant-looking off-white robes… and intense, crimson eyes… my father.
"Sir Danu….why, c-certainly." The elder echidna reconsidered.
Danu stepped over to me, and the two guards slowly stepped back. He was far taller than I was, I went up to about his ribs. He placed a hand on my shoulder and swirled me around to look him in the face, then dropping his hand. "You… killed her, didn't you?" His unfeeling voice sent a chill down my spine. It always scared me, every time I heard him. I hardly ever got to see him, he was too busy with his career to even think about me or my mother. And when I did see him, all he ever did was say how women were useless in almost every way and how I was a flaw, since I was female... and he always took his anger out on us verbally. He never really attacked me, but he did my mother. And I hated it.
He was such a wonderful father… not.
"…Ye…" Before I could get it out, he smacked me rather hard. I didn't do as much as a flinch, although it did hurt. He snorted and walked over to the elder echidna, talking to him in a strange language I couldn't understand much of… a language all those fancy-shmancy militants and the other 'high-ups' used. Even K'wii knew some, because she was being trained for our military… well, she did teach me a few words of it. What was it? English. I spoke Mizzulian at that point.
I was eventually re-evaluated, to being banished from my home. They wanted me to try to survive in the outside world with no means of being able to communicate with others, no ways of getting supplies, and no ways of being able to come back for anything… and if I ever did try to come back, I would be sentenced to death, no ways around it. It was an odd decision in my opinion. I mean, they wouldn't care if I killed others? Not like I would've unless they were unfair, but… well, I'm not necessarily sure myself. But at least, I would live. No matter how difficult.
But I wondered, what did my father tell the judge, when he reconsidered my trial?
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