The last day leading up to the execution were a blur of preparation and tension. Wendy, Dr. Kozaky, and their newfound allies worked tirelessly, refining their plan and ensuring that every detail was in place. The prison yard had become their secret meeting ground, where they exchanged information and rallied each other's spirits. And now the day came upon them. It was time for the Execution day.
As the morning sunlight gently filtered through the small window of their cell, the warmth gradually stirred Wendy from her slumber. However, as she started to regain consciousness, she realized she was in an awkward position. Dr. Kozaky was on top of her, her arms inadvertently wrapped around Wendy's waist.
Confusion and surprise washed over Wendy as she tried to process the situation. Just as she was about to speak up, Dr. Kozaky suddenly awoke with a start, her eyes widening in shock. She quickly scrambled to disentangle herself from Wendy, her face turning a deep shade of red.
"Oh my goodness! I-I'm so sorry, Wendy! I didn't mean to... I mean, I must have fallen asleep like that... It was purely unintentional!" Dr. Kozaky stammered, her words pouring out in a jumble as she tried to explain.
Wendy, though initially confused, couldn't help but chuckle at Dr. Kozaky's flustered state. She reached out a hand and gently placed it on Dr. Kozaky's shoulder. "It's okay, Dr. Kozaky. It was just an accident. We were both tired, and it's understandable."
Dr. Kozaky huffed in frustration, a hint of annoyance still evident in her voice. "I swear, this tiny excuse of a bed is all thanks to those Celestons and their stinginess. They couldn't even provide us with decent sleeping arrangements ," she muttered, shooting an irritated glance at the prison cell's cold, hard mattress.
Suddently, guards knocked on the door and entered the cell, Wendy's heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Dr. Kozaky, her eyes filled with concern. The gravity of the situation was not lost on either of them. Dr. Kozaky turned to Wendy, her voice filled with urgency.
"Wendy, hide the keys! We can't let them find them," Dr. Kozaky whispered, her eyes darting towards the small stash they had carefully concealed.
Wendy nodded, her mind racing. She quickly thought of a hiding spot and swiftly moved towards a loose floorboard near the corner of the cell. With nimble fingers, she carefully lifted the board, tucked the keys away, and replaced it, ensuring it appeared undisturbed.
Meanwhile, the guards approached Dr. Kozaky, their stern expressions revealing no hint of empathy. One of them spoke, his voice devoid of emotion. "It's time, Dr. Kozaky. The execution grounds await you."
Dr. Kozaky straightened her posture, her face a mask of determination, inside, a well of fear for her life. She cast one last glance at Wendy, silently conveying her resolve. "Remember, Wendy, our plan. Trust in yourself and our allies. We will meet again."
"HEY! Stop talking and start moving! Don't cause any problems for us!" The guard shouted
Dr. Kozaky nodded calmly, though her heart was pounding in her chest.
"I understand," she replied, her voice steady. "I won't cause any problems."
The guard's irritation was very noticeable as he gestured for Dr. Kozaky to move.
"Hurry up then! Don't make us regret giving you this little moment of freedom," he grumbled, his impatience evident.
With that, Dr. Kozaky turned and followed the guards, leaving the cell and disappearing down the prison corridor. Wendy watched them go. She clutched onto the hope that they had built, knowing that she needed to be strong, both for herself and for Dr. Kozaky.
As the heavy cell door slammed shut, Wendy took a deep breath, her mind focused on the mission ahead. The keys were safely hidden, and now it was up to her to ensure their escape and to fulfill the promise she made to her newfound ally. With every ounce of her being, she vowed to find a way to save Dr. Kozaky and bring down the oppressive system that held them captive.
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The sun beat down mercilessly on the execution grounds, casting an ominous shadow over the gathered crowd. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation and tension, as onlookers craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the condemned. Two figures stood at the center, their hands bound and faces lined with determination.
The executioner, a woman whose face is hidden clad in dark robes, read from a magic scroll. Her voice boomed across the expanse, echoing off the surrounding walls. "By the decree of the Royal Celeston family and the laws of Neospacia, all rights and privileges granted to Neospacians shall be suspended should they be found guilty of crimes listed on the Top 100 list."
The crowd stirred, whispers and murmurs spreading like wildfire. The weight of the accusation hung heavily in the air. The executioner continued, her voice cutting through the commotion. "Furthermore, all persons who attempt murder on the Royal Family or aid in the murder of the Royal Celeston family shall be sentenced to death."
Dr. Kozaky and Reddera, their eyes locked in a silent understanding, stood side by side, their faces defiant in the face of impending doom. The crowd's anticipation grew, their eyes fixed on the two condemned women. The executioner raised her hand, signaling for silence.
"Dr. Kozaky and Reddera, you stand here today accused of crimes against the Royal Celeston family," the executioner announced, her voice resonating with authority. "Your actions have disrupted the peace and stability of our society. You have been found guilty, and now face the consequences of your deeds. Have you anything to say, before you are consigned to hell?"
As the words hung in the air, a hushed silence fell over the crowd. Dr. Kozaky's eyes flickered with determination. Reddera's jaw clenched, her fiery spirit undimmed. They knew the stakes, the price they had to pay for standing against the oppressive regime.
Dr. Kozaky's eyes met Reddera's, a silent exchange of determination passing between them. Dr. Kozaky took a deep breath, her voice steady as she spoke to the executioner.
"We may stand here condemned, accused of crimes we did not commit, but we will not be silenced. We will not allow the truth to be buried beneath your lies and corruption. The Royal Celeston family may hold power, but they are not immune to justice. We fight not only for ourselves but for the countless innocent lives they have destroyed! so I may have committed acts that disrupted the so-called 'peace and stability,' but it was for the sake of seeking justice and exposing the truth. The Celeston family's corruption and oppression have caused immeasurable suffering to countless innocent lives! I stand by my actions, for they were driven by a desire to bring about a better future for Neospacia and its people"
Reddera's voice joined in, her tone laced with defiance.
"You think this execution will silence us, but you underestimate the power of unity, the strength of the people. We may fall today, but we leave behind a legacy of resistance that will inspire others to rise against oppression. The truth will prevail."
The guards brought the prisoners, including Wendy, to a designated spot where they could watch the events unfolding on the execution grounds. Wendy's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to The atmosphere was tense with anticipation. The guards made sure to keep a firm grip on the prisoners, wary of any attempts at escape or rebellion. Wendy's heart raced as she looked around, trying to catch glimpses of Dr. Kozaky and Reddera amidst the crowd.
The executioner stood tall and imposing, her face still hidden in the shadows of her dark robes. As she released touched the scroll, and it vanished instantly. The crowd fell silent, their breaths held in anticipation of the judgment to come.
"Dr. Kozaky and Reddera, for your crimes against the Royal Celeston family and the Kingdom of Neospacia, you are hereby sentenced to death," the executioner announced, her voice echoing through the execution grounds.
Wendy's heart sank, and she felt a surge of helplessness wash over her. She knew the accusations against Dr. Kozaky and Reddera were false, and their impending execution filled her with anger and sorrow.
The guards looked prepared today for any signs of resistance, but despite this, Wendy noticed a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the prisoners around her. Even in the face of such despair, they held on to a shred of optimism, fueled by the rebellion's audacious attempt to challenge the Celestons' rule. She takes a deep breathe. She has planned for this, but she couldn't help but worry. What if the plan has already failed? The only way for her to know depends on what happens in the next moment.
The crowd erupted into a cacophony of noise, with most of them cheering in approval while the people from the poor side voiced their dissent. Wendy felt her heart pounding in her chest, torn between the desire to act and the need to remain hidden to protect herself and their allies.
The executioner's, her resolve unyielding. She raised her gleaming execution Blade, a symbolic reminder of the power she held over life and death. The moment had come, the climax of their struggle. The crowd held its breath. The executioner's gaze hardened, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features. She raised her weapon, prepared to carry out the sentence.