They tied his hands. He couldn't fight.
They shackled his feet. He couldn't run.
They bound his eyes. He couldn't see.
His ears were left alone. He heard the nervous breathing…the hushed undertone of fear from his eight Atmosian guards.
They led him from the ship, a few of the braver ones prodding him with the butts of their staves.
He moved cautiously, refusing to stumble.
Outside, he heard that eerie quiet…the one caused not by an empty street, but the loud hush that loomed when large crowds fell silent.
Footsteps echoed, marking his time in lonely inevitability.
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Author's Note: Total word count: 98
I'm updating again today, but I have a Krav Maga class to attend soon, so keep an eye out in a few hours if you're interested!