Sanctuary: PrologueIt's finally done! My prologue is finished! And now without further ado,
Sanctuary
Hope gathered nothing at all for us. Any of us. We were surrounded by not just physical enemies, but also spiritual torture and emotional anguish. I had tears falling down from my eyes.
"Rayna," I whispered. "I wish you were still here."
Seada looked behind her, beyond one of the knights, at the chapel. She too started to cry. As she did, a dove landed on her shoulder, cooing and nuzzling Seada comfortingly.
Garlatt looked at me and saw the tears. He nodded sympathetically. I looked at his sister, Fortania. She looked at the knights uneasily. Her gaze shifted from the knights, the chapel, me, and the knights again.
And then there was Xelamian (pronounced zuh-LAY-me-un). He stared coldly at the knights, then at me, as if it was my fault. He was probably right, too.
I looked back at Seada. She was still crying and the dove was still nussling. Then I looked at the dove's neck, which had an olive branch tied to it.
"Fien Latmon!" the captain of the knights called to me. I turned to face him. "Step forward!" I dried my tears and obeyed the captain.
He was a heavyset mean in black armor. He smiled and handed me a torch. "I give to you a torch. As you know, in the kingdokm of Renevoid, flame is a symbol of strength. It is our flags symbol." He held up a flag with a white flame on it.
"We will relieve you of all transgressions, if you burn down your precious cathedral to the ground."
I turned to Seada atain. Rayna's dove was still perched on her shoulder. She looked up and shook her head. I looked to Garlatt, who mouthed the words, "No way!" Fortainia looked at me, saying nor doing anything.
Xelamian looked at me and shrugged as if he didn't care, but I knew he did.
Rayna's chapel. I could never destroy it. But what about the others? What if they wanted to be relieved? I cared now more about my friends than I cared about me.
I solemnly lifted the torch and walked towards the chapel. The captain followed, smiling contently.
Xelamian noticed what I was about to do. I saw concern twist his angry glare into a worried mess. "Fien, no! Don't do it!!!" One of the knights struck him in the back of the head, silencing him. All I needed was all he said. I lifted the torch and touched it to the flag. In the hands of the captain was now a burning pole. I had just burned the kingdom flag!
I was met by Captain Micah with a blow to the head.
"You fool! You stupid, stupid boy!! You have some nerve to burn the kingdom's flag! After all that I taught you!"
"You taught me..." I gasped. "You taught me how to live without a heart..."
"I did you a favor," Captain Micah smiled and laughed heartily. "Besides, you never had one to use anyway." The knights laughed with him. I felt anger rush through me as I punched Captain Micah in the stomach.
"I hate you!" I screamed. The knights saw me strike Captain Micah and rushed in to hit me back. Captain Micah raised his hand, making the knights step back.
"You," he said, "you are an ingrateful, naive, peasant. How dare you hit me! How dare you TOUCH me!" He stood up. "You are all under arrest for high treason, assault, and failure to cooperate with authority."
"I expect there will be a fair trial?" I asked.
"What better trial than no trial at all?"
"If you don't recall," I said to him, "you aren't the king; you don't rule us."
"Ah," he smiled cruelly, "but the king won't be on the throne for long."
"What are you planning, Micah?" a voice called out. I was suprised to find that it was Xelamian.
"You will find out when it happens," Micah looked at me. "You are coming with me."
I glared icily at him. "And if I refuse?"
"You say it like you have a choice!" Micah laughed and he struck me in the back of the head, knocking me out cold.
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I woke up in a cold, damp prison cell. Seada was in the cell to my right and Garlatt was in a cell to my left. Fortania and Xelamian were in front of me.
"What happened?" I asked.
A tall, young-looking, male prisoner answered me. "You were arrested, why do you think you are here?"
"I know that," I replied.
"They released pirates that were in the cells you all are in," the prisoner said. "You are all to be hanged in the morning in front of all Renevoid."
"That's just great..." I said.
"We've got bigger problems," Xelamian said to me. "I know what they're going to do to the king."
The prison burst into conversation about the king, how good and loyal he is.
"The king was going to release me in a week. He is a truly great man!" "He gave me a lighter sentence because I had a reasonable excuse for the crimes I committed." The conversation went on and on.
Xelamian sighed, "They're going to kill the king at our execution."
The prison grew silent. No one spoke a word.
Seada was the first to break the silence. "What did we do that was so wrong anyway?"
"Nothing," I replied to her. "This is just the perfect excuse to invite the king to something just to have him killed."
"And with all the people there, no one will no who did it," Garlatt said.
"What will we do?" Seada said.
"Well," the young prisoner said, "you have until dawn tomorrow to figure out a plan."
"All these hard times we've been through," I said to myself," I can't think of anything at all." The others agreed. I looked to Fortania as she sat in silence. I wished she could talk just once. I shoved the fantasy away. No, Fortania would never talk. She was a mute forever.
"So what do we do? Just sit here and wait for death?" Xelamian asked in an irritated way.
"Actually," the young prisoner said. "I'd love to hear the story of how you ended up here."
I paused for a moment. "Do you really want to know how we got here?" All the prisoners started to nod.
I sighed and smiled for a moment. I'll tell them, I thought. I'll tell them about the knights, the cathedral.
I wiped away a tear. I'll tell them about you, Rayna...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Note: If you have played Kingdom Hearts II, think of the theme song at this point for an amazing emotional experience.
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