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- Oct 19, 2009
It was quiet, too quiet. The frozen woods were usually buzzing with wildlife but tonight there was no sound at all. City folk didnât venture deeply into the woods often, but it seemed the young woman running for her life was an exception. She wouldnât get far, it had been a foolish idea; not discarding the extravagant finery that was common among the nobles.
Her hair was whipping about in the frozen air as she ran. Not far behind, a cloaked figure was gliding easily through the snow, small feet landing in the deep impressions the womanâs feet left. She knew who her pursuer was, she knew why he was after her, and she knew, there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Tonight, she was going to die.
It only took a mere moment to happen. The cloaked figureâs arm snapped up as a resounding âBoomâ shattered the silence. It was almost as though an invisible missile had been fired at the woman, as the snow parted quickly in a trail heading straight for her. Her body went rigid before it was sent flying, only stopping after she smashed into one of the large white trees. Blood was running from her ears and out of the corners of her lips, but she would not die, not yet.
âSophie Teryn, you have been charged with the crime of treason. How do you plead?â A hollow, almost mechanical voice asked the crumpled heap of a woman. She couldnât hear it, and even if she could, the blast had destroyed her vocal cords and eardrums. âFailure to respond, subject is guilty by default. I hereby sentence you, to death by public execution.â And with that, the figure grabbed her by the wrist with a thin, black, almost skeletal looking hand and flung her over his shoulder as though she were a sack. Then as soon as it had begun, it was over.
It wasnât until the next morning when they found her. She had been strung up from the fingers of large statue of the king, thin cord wrapped around her arms, legs, and head like a marionette. Her throat had been slashed open so the blood would flow freely down her body into the clean white snow. Though, the blood spelled something. âTraitor.â The Kingâs puppetmen, legal assassins acting in the name of the King, had struck again.
Her hair was whipping about in the frozen air as she ran. Not far behind, a cloaked figure was gliding easily through the snow, small feet landing in the deep impressions the womanâs feet left. She knew who her pursuer was, she knew why he was after her, and she knew, there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Tonight, she was going to die.
It only took a mere moment to happen. The cloaked figureâs arm snapped up as a resounding âBoomâ shattered the silence. It was almost as though an invisible missile had been fired at the woman, as the snow parted quickly in a trail heading straight for her. Her body went rigid before it was sent flying, only stopping after she smashed into one of the large white trees. Blood was running from her ears and out of the corners of her lips, but she would not die, not yet.
âSophie Teryn, you have been charged with the crime of treason. How do you plead?â A hollow, almost mechanical voice asked the crumpled heap of a woman. She couldnât hear it, and even if she could, the blast had destroyed her vocal cords and eardrums. âFailure to respond, subject is guilty by default. I hereby sentence you, to death by public execution.â And with that, the figure grabbed her by the wrist with a thin, black, almost skeletal looking hand and flung her over his shoulder as though she were a sack. Then as soon as it had begun, it was over.
It wasnât until the next morning when they found her. She had been strung up from the fingers of large statue of the king, thin cord wrapped around her arms, legs, and head like a marionette. Her throat had been slashed open so the blood would flow freely down her body into the clean white snow. Though, the blood spelled something. âTraitor.â The Kingâs puppetmen, legal assassins acting in the name of the King, had struck again.
