The Beast Within

In a world where magic is outlawed and virtually extinct, Princess Fiamatta suddenly finds her world turned inside out by the traitorous word. From royalty, to fugitive, to leader of the rebels, Fia is forced to work with a handsome, arrogant magician she found locked away in a dungeon.

btw, this is my NaNoWriMo story so criticism is much appreciated! Thanks :)


43. Act 42

The soldiers marched us inside the Citadel. I looked around, examining the layout. The huge room was a circle, containing books, a secretary at a desk, a fireplace, and a few windows. Directly across from us on the other side of the room was a stone staircase that began to spiral upwards and disappeared into the ceiling. I figured that it lead to other floors. If all were as big as this one, there had to be over twenty floors, at least.

“Where are these people going?” the secretary asked when we entered. The guards didn’t even stop; apparently we were in some sort of hurry.

“Trial,” the one on the right, next to Caiden, called out before we disappeared onto the stairs. It felt as if we climbed forever. My nervousness went away with every step, being replaced by a fiery determination. I didn’t know where Logan was, or what to expect at this trial, but I knew that this was it. Finally, the soldier in front of me stopped by a door.

This spiral circle had made me dizzy and I took the opportunity to lean against the wall while he opened the door. We were ushered inside of the room and the door was closed behind us. Inside there was a long table that curved in a U shape. In the center of it was a small podium, I assumed it was for the accused. My idea was confirmed as the soldiers moved us over there. My eyes looked over the people seated at the table. All of them were dressed in official robes, each a different color. At the curve of the table I noticed that there was an empty chair. I looked at it curiously, wondering who was missing.

Caiden and I stood under the pressure of twelve eyes as we approached the podium. A person at the curve of the table, dressed in silver robes, stood. Her caramel skin made her bright yellow eyes stand out. Their color reminded me of a cat. Her voice was strong and full of conviction.

“This session has been called today because of the severity of its nature. Before you, stand two foreigners from beyond the mountains. Their crime is the kidnapping and enslavement of First Master Magician Ayres. “

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