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Jonah sat up groggily
and tried to remember where he was. As his eyesight adjusted his mind also
cleared. Suddenly, a rush of thoughts came flooding back. The city, his
friends, the guards. That conceited king!
He thought angrily. If it weren’t for
him I’d still be in the city!
Jonah looked around and started to panic, realizing that
he was in a closed cell. The lunazon king had said banishment, not
imprisonment! The cell did not seem to have a door so Jonah could not even
think about trying to escape through one. He shuffled backwards and leaned
against a wall. As he leaned back, he looked up and laughed out loud. The fools! He thought happily, almost
laughing. There is no roof. Who could
forget that detail? Jonah spread his light blue wings and started to lift
off. A stabbing pain in both wings brought him down again. Looking closely, he
saw that there were holes in his beautiful wings. Jonah screamed.
Suddenly, the wall slid open and someone stepped in. He
had bright purple wings and body. His hair was back as were his eyes. His voice
was deep and gravelly as he spoke to Jonah.
“You will be tried in the morning. If,” the man said, “You are found guilty, you will be executed.”
“Guilty?” Jonah asked, more curios than scared.
“Yes, guilty.”
“For what?” Inquired Jonah, felling more foolish by the
moment. If he was guilty for something, he should know what it was.
“For running amok in the streets of the Northwester
Regions, of course.”
Jonah
was confused. “Running amok?” He asked, “I was playing a game! Didn’t you do
that when you were a child?” He glared at the guard, daring him to argue.
“Besides, I wasn’t running, I was flying! Someone must have known that,
otherwise I’d still have my wings whole and healthy!”
The
guard looked at him. His eyes betraying only one emotion, pity. “Look, he said.
Don’t shoot the messenger. That’s all I am. I don’t know what this was about; I
don’t know why you are in prison and awaiting trial because of running around
in the streets. But there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve never even spoken
to the king, and he’s the one who decides these things, you know. Here, I have
food.” The guard placed a plate of food and turned to leave.
“The
Real King be with you,” he muttered quietly.
“Wait,”
whispered Jonah. “You believe too?”
“How
can I not?” He asked, “I heard the testimonies, and all of them struck my
heart, especially yours. Maybe that is why you are here. I cannot say.” He
turned thoughtful for a minute. “But maybe there is a way to get you out…”
“How?”
asked Jonah eagerly.
“Be
ready, tomorrow, after the trial. I am sure you will be found guilty, but I
understand it now. I will send someone to get you out of here, but you must be
ready. It will be another Lunazon. You may be sentenced to death. If that is
so, we might not be able to get you out in time, but we will try. I must go
now. I have been here too long already.”
“One
last thing,” said Jonah, tentatively.
“Yes?”
Asked the guard, an unreadable expression on his face.
“What
is your name?”
“My
name?” Clearly, this was the last question the guard had expected. “I am
Japheth. Now eat and rest. The trial awaits you and you must be able to defend
yourself.”
“Thank
you. May the Real King be with you.”
The
guard left.
Escape, Jonah
thought. There is hope.
“The
Real King,” he muttered to himself. “I like it.” People had been calling the
last King of the Northwestern Regions the Real King ever since he had died. At
least, the believers had. Cletus was his real name. He had been Jonah’s adopted
father, of course, until that night. Jonah shuddered, just thinking about it.
It was still too soon to remember those details.
Remembering
his food, Jonah ate. It wasn’t much, just a slice of almost stale bread and
some warm water, but it tasted very good to him. Jonah sighed contentedly, lay
back, and slept.
Sometime,
maybe a few hours later, Jonah woke up. Pain burned inside him, it was as if he
were on fire from the inside. But, unlike real fire, there was no burning, no actual fire. It felt like he was
burning, but he was not. Through the pain, Jonah remembered something. This was
called Purging Fire. It was used to test young men of their courage and
bravery. It would have happened to Jonah last year, had his father not stepped
in.
The
pain intensified, and Jonah slipped in and out of consciousness, finally losing
consciousness all together.
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*Gasp* What a cliff hanger!!! Please post the next part soon!
ReplyDeleteHeh, I love leaving people on cliffhangers ;) I'll post soon...
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