The Chains had corroded, along with his unsanctioned sanity.

By royal crown, he shook his hands straight out of the black gloves, the crisp of winter can never make him fall and even without a crafter silver dais, the grounds he took will make him tall. Any life is in absence inside the most dreadful, supernatural, but some even say that a death of ones that deserves it is an awesome moment to watch.

The people outside the vault of the unknowing cold agony are silent and began twisting all of creation to serve their eyes onto the conflict they never take hold of. The greatest thing throughout the journey into the deep hells of three worlds, life was flourished upon the plane he is stepping in.

Oblivious to the dangers imprisoned within the torture house, the blast of town fusing venom wherever a person touch any bars. What caught his eyes and felt by skin the most is the last and the deepest, coldest, measured about one hundred and fifty feet from the cave entrance is the Prison of Winter field.

What caught his eyes and felt by skin the most is the last and the deepest, coldest, measured about one hundred and fifty feet from the cave entrance is the Prison of Winter field [https://img.wattpad.com/d59b48ada175f7df91552fed2c997810218bd42e/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f5a30574f6e424f384248503455513d3d2d313230333834373432322e313665383231396136626161613964373335343437333838363438352e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

Keeping his impassiveness in the odd icy scale of the another world. Everything sharp glistens, as if a fairy has sprinkled her dust over the unbroken frosted palace. A dimension with huge trees leaning forward by the heavy load of ice behind them backs. Shouts of other prisoners begging for mercy.

Inside of a transparent block of movable ice are living person within the curse of frostbite. A lake of ice were a pool of people half body buried naked, screaming for help. Prison cells in the ceiling for them to lay their bodies on the frozen bars, intensifying the pain of their skin getting pealed out of their flesh. The rest of the convicts are chained inside a cell, at an unbreakable shards of ice or fatal bonded on the open mouth of a huge skull head at the end of the dungeon.

The rest of the convicts are chained inside a cell, at an unbreakable shards of ice or fatal bonded on the open mouth of a huge skull head at the end of the dungeon [https://img.wattpad.com/3b144be52c923dc1a99d04c63fe5fe0aff7e96ee/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f777638794842704f6175796562413d3d2d313230333834373432322e313665383231656434303933303862383839343534353338333537352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

They saw him in a normal clasp of bars, seemingly sleeping and being swept by the snow and in his face, bares it. The cracks made his teeth waggle, crossing his tongue between the lips to maintain its dampness. Another one of his discovery yet to be analyzed, without anyone knowing, he pretends that he's already been in the frozen hell.

King Raven: Stand up, Sir Aagaron.

Lord Mycel: The council is here with you, are you not going to beg for forgiveness huh?

Aggressive and scary as they know him since, fingers tilting to its hilt like it is crazy, hungry to kill.

Imagine needed a King and a mad man of his to stop you, He thought.

Said the King, bringing some of his council behind him including Lady Ayena of Cronos, Lady Marely Feriel, and Lord Mycel Redgate. They perhaps look caught off the balance from the entrance gate to the land of ice wrecked field, all of them which seems to be stricken alongside Maverick and Ritchler.

What caught their eyes the most is the person which they never know lived under the roof of the Castle's sorcerers, The Wand of Towers. A slim woman with a decent stand, hands as same of a man but a red of lips and astonishingly beautiful from head to toe. Wearing a black cloak and an open figure without her proper inside garments but a black of dress made of silk.

King Raven handed a silk paper from his left brown pocket near the scabbard, told him to say it out loud to him. The preceding Castle guard shakes like a blue leaf, terrorized by the chilling touch as if the troubled ice single out his heart the most inside the hellish cell of an opposite painful condition, encrusted by frost.

Aagaron: Why?

He asked, trembling in his feet as he pay for the grace a plenty of respect.

King Raven: Why what?

Aagaron: Why do I need to be... in this place?

The King clutched his sword for a display of a crown just to overawe his shrouded ego, and give him the order for the second time. Perhaps a freezing tear from his eyes or a cold sweat, he can't gain back his mastery of strength as well as the seal of the realm.

King Raven: Read the paper, by that you'll know the answer and we'll let the cell to break open for you. I got so much to fix behind me, I don't want this trial to take too long.

He slowly gained a set of courage to open what's written in the soft clean paper. The King smiled behind his back, the council smiled back at him except the woman in black. Raven slows down to get a good eye on the woman thinking what clouding up her mind, she stare on Aagaron's cell, dead frozen. Returned to fix his eyes on the man in shackles of black and nods impatiently to read it.

'A term that is assumed to be in demand of a trial. A cost of theft is worth giving back the trained in the arts of stealth and misdirection.'

He seemed startled, and pointing out a wrong statement on the trial paper.

He seemed startled, and pointing out a wrong statement on the trial paper [https://img.wattpad.com/2445311658be4de059379b9bead2459104213d00/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6941706b6c6e446f6a376c5344513d3d2d313230333834373432322e313665383231663364636365633937623839373535383439353233312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

Aagaron: I wasn't trained to be a thief.

The accuser sunk in the depths of the conversation, lowering the pride of the devil near dispel and seer out the wings of a knighted angel. Clacking his teeth and gesturing a bend like what he can break with his bare hands. In his mind was him who wanders the land was striving toward enlightenment through the sweat he drops, in every cut in crops and searching for the missing unrivaled plot without any corpse of golden part. But all the joy of a man in claim was destroyed with a single flocked shame.

Ritchler: Neither I was trained and birthed to be a son of the soil. I did my job in the sense of giving back without I having gold in mere pockets. We don't get to choose our duty to control, yet it controls us, tame us to be a warrior that we wanted...but it trained you to be a bad man.

Woman in cloak: Unlock the binds, use this key to do so.

King Raven: Do as she commands.

Handed the key to Ritchler, doing the job as he will and stopped. He looked at the King for an assurance if it was against the procedure. Born and delivered to the world devoid of all feeling but hunger and pain, the eternity of deprivation shaping him into a hero for all his kin on a planet filled with violent terrors.

He put one's ore in the conversation with a heat upon his mouth, cutting of the line between the words written in ink and his words driven with ravaging wind. Ritchler then grabbed and unlocked the chains that is imprisoned in his hands, leaving the code put to press despite the anger scorching his heart. It was bitterly cold and without the faces seen but whispers kills, it fills the reticent gaps upon the cave of ice.

The King stood in front of him and stare into his frozen pair of eyes. Aagaron's beard are solid like an icicle hanging at the corners of the chamber, fingers preserved turning to black, seated in the middle of nothing but surrounded by hundreds of chilled iron bars, senseless and eternally painful frostbite hitting them every second they move in discomfort.

Something shone in the blink of an eye, they were devastated and what appears to be coming from the stone behind the seat of trial. As they move away their hands in front of their eyes covered with fading light, there carved a spread out wings of a serpent colored in a deathless red, gallant blue, and the odds of black, flying away from the top of his head.

King Raven: Wha~What are they?

The majesty saw right by his side, the woman covered in black stood still. Never scratched her eyes despite he still do the moment he felt the aura of her. He bothered to ask her, and she answered without a hunger of any point question.

Woman in cloak: Only those below the depths of frozen hell can read this. Call me Lynax, and I am a prophet of the underworld and I am here to tell the meaning behind everything that you wanted to know. Ahh, the Ophidian Emblems. An idea that separates the mind, and what mind believes will speak into existence.

She was stunned by nothing, not even moving her eyes in a soft motion does not show up on her mind. She can move but in a phase that a straight sword can swing without itself moving a single thing. Lynax faced them with pure frozen expression, ploddingly, walked slow towards the weak prisoner sitting in the middle seemingly sleeping.

Stolen story; please report.

Lynax: It is in our books to define what an appellant can predict which the prisoner will pick, if it chooses the most moral, then, we'll release the hold of his case [https://img.wattpad.com/0894dd59b43bfa87922d75186cb37c1ac295a982/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f506f33532d365532574e556e30773d3d2d313230333834373432322e313665383232356137653966323863303132323430313434343137382e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

Lynax: It is in our books to define what an appellant can predict which the prisoner will pick, if it chooses the most moral, then, we'll release the hold of his case. If he choose the opposite of the expected side, he will be put under the Curse of Winter with the King's executioner to be explained with a procedure.

He whispered, talking to himself and learned the sense.

King Raven: But...he should have heard what you said, obviously he will pick the most moral to save himself if he does.

A smirk from her red lips, curved as if she was about to laugh from the King's vacancy beyond a prophet's secret knowledge. Every single piece of the emblem is the number of choices a person can pick. It will help them find the answer if he will be removed from the existence like many others sat before him, still remains unsolved until he spoke alongside the glowing stamp of resolution.

Lynax with a still face and a calm shade where her hands were clasped in front of her lower abdomen, approached Aagaron's cold body sitting still like it was lifeless dead. She Lifted the collar below the chin being at leisure and there shows a dark green hawk's feather perched above an iron dart, pierced deep onto Aagaron's neck without a single drift of his blood. All the council and the few were shocked, a silent being that all of a sudden strike like a shadow beyond a blank space.

They never saw it was coming.

Lynax: A blood reactive, unstable chemical swiftly gone through his core vessels as it pierces him. The dart was fast enough to heat up from its resting, for it to burst out to his system upon contact then immediately putting him to sleep. He cannot hear us so do not worry, but tell me if it is the right time to wake him up.

Keeping a straight face and a presence of mind of his duty. King Raven slid down his eyes towards the council to execute their formation in the prisoner's outlook. Depending on their position, Lady Marely stood in the outmost right, Lady Ayena Cronos in the middle, and Lord Mycel Redgate at the outmost left. A plenty be given in the absence of the former King Agarino Stallify II by the reason whilst saying.

The place was awful, I'd stay here.

King Raven: Lord Agarino won't go with us, he will be staying outside the arc until we reach him after the trial, it is embarrassing to keep him waiting for long. Wake him up my Lady, we don't have that much time to be silent.

The Lady in red followed the King's order to release him from his nightmares, and there begins a new age of an agreement between the victim. Wheezing a small, one of the highest honored lady was in the room with them, and began to question Lord Aagaron alongside a pure calmness from her reproving voice.

Aagaron: This is not the end of me, is it? I suffered many times in my life, but not as bad as this one.

Tingling from his light dress, the cloth with a thickness of a thread made his whole body quiver by the freezing cold. Wolf coat covered from white and black, arms crossed that he can never do whilst his wrist were tied securely; served for a massive bond with contradiction, the truth would never let him escape. Lady in a style that had a large red flowing skirts, and long exaggerated golden sleeves. pointed a stern face towards him and Ritchler; a clear seal on her practiced cornerstone is right before her still lady stance.

Lady Marely: Brought into the face of judgement is an additional coin in your sufferings, but this one is not going to be easy. I and Lady Cronos will be the one who is going to magistrate your selected personal solution. For you being arraigned in a judicial proceedings. We need to hear it fast, and clear. What or which ones are your decided cases to be presented on behalf of the Farmer Ritchler?

King Raven: You got many of them unnamed, my council expected that you have prepared pieces of your own puzzle. We will let you voice your statements firm and be able to defend yourself on why would you do such crime.

Wakefulness may it seems to be his enemy during the time he was questioned by the King's Grand Council. His cold blood runs through like the grain of sand inside a glass continuously dripping, trapping the frozen drops of his energy by the crime he be blamed for an immoral kind of act. The convict perceived his position even harder, seeing the heavy shackles and hearing it cling to each other manifesting himself that he got to get away, but it was very far dilatory.

Aagaron: Your grace...I committed that because we are...hungry.

King Raven: You should have bought the goods, not steal them.

Aagaron: We're not carrying golds at that time...unfortunately.

King Raven: You know...There are hundreds of armors on you to be replaced, but the poverty cannot be returned to its place. You should have put your duty's possession on the line rather than taking something that was not yours.

Slapped a piece of a kingly censure while stepping soft within the crunch of the snow, from his very own eyes he can see the realization and regret. The dark feathered majesty held his temper aside and gave him a lenience prize from the mouth that has given a sentence. His condition does not look good, a throw or a wield is not the best option to make a set of circumstances ahead of the field.

Lady Ayena: It appears that he did not use the wits of a warrior, you did not deserve to be using a sword with by means of that.

King Raven: The code of conduct shouted enough on your ears to make you deaf within the circle, right my lord? Do you want to return to your duty as a fine man?

Ritchler: But your grace, how about my defense? You can not go with his statement until you answer mine.

Ritchler cannot take it back from him, there is a sense of cold serenity in the heated atmosphere, the shroud was taken out and the evil ones be revealed. The King himself rather than the councils, gave him an entitlement of a certain appeal to dismiss him from his crime. The farmer, with all of the risk hard on the graceful steel pointing at him; rejected the offer to make the red handed make a peal.

King Raven: I've known your said argument already, those action speaks for itself. A prize is needed to be paid before he return into service again.

Ritchler: Be that as it may struggle but that is all he had to say, your grace. Lady Marely and Lady Ayena says it all.

King Raven: Have you not heard me? He must give you something back to make his duty run free. Try keeping yourself on that damned frozen cells if it does not crush your soul off, he is given enough lesson to be taught of a right deed.

The sigil of bird of black stared at him with complete lack of belief, a man with a purest fighting heart can talk to a graceful king. The cunning crimson red startled to break a sword beside him; repeatedly looking at the king with a rush if it is the time to put a punishment to the herdsman. Eyes roll back and forward to the freezing man, then with gest and even as his balance of appoint have slipped, he rallied his strength for another spoke confident.

Aagaron: I will give his family my own home down the south...I do not deserve the titles any longer, your grace. My Duty, Gold and possessions will be in his hands... all of them...please just let me free.

Mycel's hand with a whetstone came to a halt. The ladies of Feriel and Cronos lean their eyes onto each other and him in surprise.

This is not the day he'll die, whispered Lynax.

Aagaron was smiling at them, a joy which he would be released from the freezing agony with a maze of teeth. Though victorious it may seem for his moral declaration, the witnesses of a convict's glory saw little to celebrate. Ritchler's rubbing his hands whereas a gesture that he is begging for more sympathy, hungry for all the heave offering of a person that did him a dirty effort, seeing it fair and pure as a driven snow.

Lord Ayena: Was it good for you Ritchler? It cost more than what he stole from you.

The King asked the council to leave the dungeon of Ice and let him, Lynax and Ritchler remain. He advised them to be with Lord Agarino II at the stone opening of the hellish massive dungeon, set forth a word of the man's declaration and head up to his castle as possible.

The Lady mage stayed, Lynax's time of peering into spell book of magic and alchemy, recreating experiments from charred fragments of the dead corpses above the first plane is not the time for her [https://img.wattpad.com/d264f47bc24c8f698c2d5ab381803a499a5e30e1/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f3371796146504e484c5972694b773d3d2d313230333834373432322e313665383233336139653365326264323833363737393932373932302e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

The Lady mage stayed, Lynax's time of peering into spell book of magic and alchemy, recreating experiments from charred fragments of the dead corpses above the first plane is not the time for her. Continuing her service, she revitalizes Aagaron's immunity with her shining white spell. The female sorcerer was confused, she thought of a great pain to be casted, but the king wanted him to live.

Niak ras farlah, revital mor forlu.

Both of her hands forward, spewing out a glowing white wisps to the prisoner's whole body. She repeated the words, over and over. There can be no question that the glorious powers that injected her from birth, giving a friend or a foe the taste of her own medicine for such strength, but then the opposite has a baneful corollary where there is a dose of her poison flair. Stretching his knuckles and neck from the frost, the smile may seem to be an evil person's mask.

Ritchler: Let him show me the offer, my lords and ladies. Not in need for any golds or any possessions but this reward might be the only way to fill our state of needs.

His mood changes, warmth crawled to his hands and crossed it. The King is more than willing to give him a thanks for receiving the offering with a heart while giving a searing anger's desire.

King Raven: No trials by any kinds of games or torture, those practices are needless for me. The law of the south itself has the sharpest justice still. I am glad you picked the right side of yours, which proves that you are still a person with consciousness about our society. An oath?

Seeking wisdom from his recovery, never had yet to be admitted to the monastery of freedom. King Raven managed to give him a free cadence, he demanded Aagaron's mandatory word of honor by the time of his offense liberation. The man stood still like a statue, embraced the seal within the crime. Gazing in front of the Strongest person of the State, the most intimidating man in the prime of cloak, the Raven upon the palace, and the victim smiling and eyes almost rolled up by the tilted chin, Ritchler.

I swear it on my name and my power, I will be right of my both hands.

I avenge what cannot be defended, I will be true of my own blade.

I act what is demanded by the state, I will be sincere of my own rants.

I will be enlightened to my eyes, I seek through my own to change thy heart of awe

Thanking the gods by giving light to cleanse my soul.

He raised his flag for them, cleaning the hellish field with his declaration. They pushed their time for the last King of Stallify, second of his name up high above the entrance. The leak of his tears have changed to be in considerate of the environment inside, but the concern arise still. He told the King it was fraught with danger when he accepted the criminal's benefaction to be free.

It was too late, the gates outside are roaring, the song of horns within the town castle have sang the markets of Lordaeral open; the moonlight has broken into pieces.

It was too late, the gates outside are roaring, the song of horns within the town castle have sang the markets of Lordaeral open; the moonlight has broken into pieces [https://img.wattpad.com/e2466b9cc28192140a0fc5998820c8a6c7f4c6c5/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4e30357465724f7a3175653061673d3d2d313230333834373432322e313665383233306662643231666634393630323435323734383831332e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]