I never thought it would come to this, My life a short but wonderful life. I accomplished so much but that was never enough.
And here I stood Infront of the five elders as they are discussing my fate. my name doesn’t really matter I never really had one, I was always called lord crimson. I earned this position, I trained my body mind and soul I sold my past and my future for it, my parents died before I was 4 years old so for as long as I can remember I was taken care of by a nun in the orphanage called sister Margaret. I was an honored noble serving my Kingdome and now I am being sentenced to death for a reason I am unaware of.
Could it be that I was too powerful, I spent twenty years of my life condensing my spirit to make me the strongest, so I could earn my position. Could it be the deal I made? I asked to myself. I always questioned the commands I wear given and my soldiers were loyal to me and no one else. the questions flooded my mind. Then the ear-splitting crash of the gravel against the sound block rang throughout the room. The elders had decided ‘’lord crimson we will deliver your fate’’ the voice boomed down from above me. The question of what grave sins I have committed still streamed through my mind as my head spined.
My fate was sealed but I needed to know why. my mind wouldn’t stop asking. what have I done, what sin did I commit? My body finally caught up to my mind ‘what grave act have I committed; please beg of you tell me.’ As I said these words my composer faltered and sweat started to bleed from my forehead.
‘’Lord crimson we have concluded the hearing. We declare you guilty of treason against the kingdom and shall be executed 7 days and nights from now.’’ The answer was not one I wanted to hear my fate was sealed, but I didn’t know why. They didn’t say and they never did.
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The cell was a cold damp space, mold and moss growing out of every nook and cranny. A lone pile of hay acted as my bed; I was a Nobel what had I done to deserve this. this was a sure punishment from God. scraps of what the guards called food being slid through the slot in the door. I pleaded to be allowed to meet the elders, but I was denied each attempt. as I withered in this cell of despair, waiting for my time to die.
7 days and nights where like an entire eternity the knowledge that I was going to die was a tutor on top of death.
The day had come. The day for me to die.
The execution scaffold was looming over the crowd, the 2 lance men standing solitary on the platform their silver blades glistening in the morning mist. Crowds where cheering for my death the people I fought to defend now want me dead. It was a sore sight to see. Stair’s hundreds of years old this platform was her before I was born, for generations people have walked these steps and died on the same spot as I now kneel the wood and metal-stained rouge from all the blood spilt here. Fitting for me.
on the opposite facing roof was a podium with 5 golden chairs and a single microphone, I knew who that was for. Cheers erupted from the crowed bellow there they stood, the people I trusted the most. the elders the ones I fought for; The other 7 nobles stood behind them all with smirks from ear to ear. They were the ones they did this to me. ’’lord crimson, we now announce your crimes.’’ With these words my fists clenched drawing blood from deep in my hands,” you have been found guilty of treason against the kingdom” an answer so vague It was driving me mad making my veins bulge from my skin.
They had just burnet the end of my tether. deaths door looking me dead in in the eyes.
“Any last words?” I pondered this question for a few seconds, the anger building up inside me ready to boil, “Why, why would you do this to me I have been nothing but loyal to the kingdoms! I have done nothing wrong!” were the words that spurted out of mouth. Those where my last words. The elder dropped his hand and that was the last thing I remember.