A child stands in a courtyard, surrounded by many onlookers. A vacant expression of complete disbelief washes across his pale and shivering face. He witnesses a horror that no child should endure. On the verge of tears, yet withholding with every fibre of his being. His eyes are bright blue with shades of hazel. He has the appearance of a young boy of nine winters. Wearing fine clothes of crimson with a white circular crest adorning the breast.
The child with dark shaded hair as black as night, surrounded by men clad in steel plate armour. Holding him in place, their cold hands upon each shoulder pulling him back ever so slightly. His eyes open in awe and terror. A stage lies before him, upon it is a tall man clad in armour. Obscuring his face is a black hood, shielding his visage from the tender world. He wields a massive axe nearly as tall as himself.
The weapon has many blemishes, dents, and the faint smell of iron and copper. Drenched in red as if someone attempted to clean it, but gave up halfway. To the left of him was another, in his hands a scroll. The finely dressed man is reciting a speech to the masses. Below them are two dressed in nothing but rags, kneeling down before the entire courtyard.
Their hands are bound by chafing rope with faint stains of blood. The rope burns are left on both of their wrists. The man possessed dark hair and hazel eyes with a tanned complexion. The woman had blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin.
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"For the crime of treason against the crown and the citizens of the Great and Benevolent Theavalon Kingdom, Alexis and Fiore Del March are hereby sentenced to death... You may proceed with the summary execution." The well-dressed man announced before nodding towards the hooded one, now revealed to be an executioner.
He stepped forward, towards Fiore and placed his head against the chopping block. His axe raised high above, enough to obscure the sunlight. Fiore looked at the child with fear in his eyes. It could easily be seen not for himself, for the one his eyes constantly drew upon. As Fiore took one last long look, the axe came tumbling down, cleaving his neck and dispatching him from this world and into the unknown.
As the axe fell the child's eyes widened ever so slightly. The man, whom he called father was beheaded before his very eyes. A splash of blood spewed from the neck following the head's removal. The head fell to the ground missing the strategically placed basket. It rolled upon the ground, towards the child's feet, facing him with cold dead eyes.
He looked down at his father's severed head, as his mother was being prepped for the same. As he looked, no tears came tumbling from his eyes. Just a blank stare, easily mistaken for complete indifference. He drew back to the stage surrounded by the cheering masses. At that moment an all-consuming and perilous thought came to the child. "I wish... I wish that my desires could become an all-consuming fire, I would love nothing more than to see it consume this whole country and perhaps... the whole world."