Prologue
He looked at his feet, I know that I'm not wrong I know the truth but they don't.
He lifted his hands in front of is face the plasma cuffs that bound them were bruising his hands.
What went wrong he thought, I had a perfect family, friends and he just entered the academy, it wasn't meant to be thought he and buried his head in his hands.
"Time for retribution, heretic scum," snarled the sangheili guard and pushed him roughly towards the council chambers.
He landed in front of a pair of golden boot clad hooves, he looked up and the sangheili was roughly seized by the collar of his robes and the other sangheili stared deep into the eyes of the prisoner, the latter's eyes were empty and when you looked into them it was as if something was staring back at you, at your soul, the zealot threw him against the wall.
"Vile heretic scum away from my path,"
The zealot was followed by his mate she glanced at the fallen sangheili, her eyes held sorrow, and sympathy she turned and quickly followed the zealot.
The heretic sangheili lowered his head and whimpered, "Father..." and a lonely tear falls to the ground.
He doesn't feel himself been roughly dragged from his chains to the council chambers, he doesn't even react when the councilors sentence him to death or the hot burning pain in his chest as they shoved into his chest. He is lost in thought and he remembers his life before all this happened and he welcomes the darkness that overcomes his already numbed senses.
Father, Forgive me...
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Asra Tugam' was having a drink with his friend Jalal Sokar' and their mutual friend Fet the Jackal. Their topic of discussion today was the branding of the heretic. Asra was one of the guards that were supposed to guard the heretic.
"He ws the quietest heretic that I've seen in my life, he didn't even squeak when he was branded by the iron." Mrmmerd Asra into his drink, Jalal raised an eyebrow at his friend, he was not himself today, he met eyes with Fet who had the same expression of confusion.
"Anything wrong?" asked the Kig-yar.
"The heretic, his eyes were..., I cant explain it it was like he knew everything and nothing at the same tim. I don't even know how such a young sangheili as himself would stray towards the wrong path." Said asra, "I would have half elievd that he was innocent if ot for the evidence."
Jalal knew that this converstion that they were having was not a good one so he made a purposeful change of subject.
"So, have you finished acraping the unggoy gore from the seraphs thrusters."
"Not fully, hose wretched creatures seem to be more trolesome dead than alive." Said Fet annoyed
"The unggoy got fried again?" asked Asra curiously, "Yes." Answered Fet, " Some of them happened to be passing near on of the seraphs trusters as they were beginning a test flight, and I was supposed to e on deck duty so I was held responsible and made to clean up the gore off the engines."
Soon the three friends were chatting happily and getting intoxicated over fine sangheili whiskey.
Unknown to them three robed figures were moving stealthily in the dark back streets of High charity. One of the figures motions for the others to stop and the second brings out a key and opens a door in the dark alley way the third gasped as she hadn't realized that there was a door there.
The first stranger motions for her to enter, she lowers the hood and moves towards the open door, the second stands in the alley as a lookout.
The first robed figure moves in and removes his cloak and embraces her, "Do not worry sister for no harm shall come to his a long as blood flows through my veins," as the female cried silently in his arms.
"Take me to him," she whispers and she follows the male to a small room with solitary bed whose occupant was fast asleep.
She moves towards him and looks at her sons battered form, "He's lost a lot of blood but he shall survive."
She sits on the edge of his bed and strokes his brow, "My son, my beautiful boy, goodbye." She kisses his forehead and slips a chain from around her neck and puts it around his head and wept silently into her son's unresponsive shoulder.
She turns to her brother, "Take comfort sister that your son is still alive, and this might be the last time that you might see your son. But e quick, as we have to leave high charity before they find that their heretic is not dead."
She says her goodbye and follows her rother out of th room. "Her brother lays a comforting hand on her shoulder and says, "Don't worry Reyja, Sashi is in safe hands, it it good o see tou after all thes years but I wish that the circumstances were different."
"My warrior will ensure that you reach your quarters safely," he knocks foreheads with her and shows her the way out.
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