I. End
"Let my sister go!"
The breeze that filtered through the otherwise silent city bought a faint scent of the sea. In that one breeze, I could imagine the crashing waves and cushioning sand. How sad it was that I never traveled there, even though I had always promised such with my younger sisters. My long, silvery blonde hair flowed within that singular breeze.
The town center was filled with people, all of whom were silently staring at us with hatred and excitement in their eyes. I'm sure they're all thinking the same thing, but it held no importance to me. The only thing I found important was the girls at my sides and the man slowly advancing towards me. For what might have been the tenth time, I fidgeted with the tight ropes and chains on my wrists. It was impossible to move too much without cutting blood flow. Quite literally, my hands were tied in this situation.
He pressed a blade to my back, the sharp tip drawing only a small bit of blood. I stepped forward and up onto the wooden block, keeping an expression of calmness as the noose was fitted on my neck. I wonder- Would my neck snap? Would I suffocate? Or maybe, like a rare time once seen, it would rip my head off completely. If I was lucky, the rope would break. It did not seem a too possible circumstance, as the rope appeared and felt brand new.
Glancing back at the sound of noise, my eyes catch our youngest sister struggling against her holders, eyes filled with horror.
"Big sister Gibbet! Please, no! You guys have to let her go! Let my sister go!" As she spoke, her large wine-coloured eyes shined with fresh tears. It was a strange sight, as I thought Rack would be the one to act so lively against her captors. Yet, the short girl had resigned herself to watching me with despairing eyes. Seeing them, I could only sigh and recall the past that had brought me into this situation.
AN/This one's a short chapter... Think of it as giving way to the good stuff!