Spire of Sorrow

Justice was blind. It could not see the truth. The truth that I was innocent. Wrongly accursed of being a enemy of state. There I stood in the middle of the throne room surrounded by mystical horses. Horses who were about to decide whether I am worthy to live on there world or be stripped of my ever soul crushing life to be a gofer for there pleasure evolving the royal crown. Thoughts were racing through my head. What would my family think? Would anyone back home miss me? What would happen to me? The throne room stood perfectly synchronicity signaling the entrance of there great monarchy. The soul crushing air was full of tension so thick that you could've sliced with a knife, waiting for my outcome. I was scared beyond belief unsure what my finally seconds held for me. The case came to a crushing close, the main evidence against me was I was a unknown creature that appeared out of nowhere with no idea if I was a threat or not they couldn't pass judgement for me to wander freely, but it was there monarchy in the end who swayed the audience to chose my imprisonment. The monarchy stood up, raising her slander frame from her throne. She was taller than the others; almost on par with a standard size horse, with having both a horn and wing wearing a mask that was easily build upon many years to achieve a mask that could easily convince one that she could not do no harm and judge whoever fairly.

She cleared her throat, silencing the whispers from the crowd. "Has the populace come to a decision?" she asked. "Yes, your majesty," replied the populace. "Read the verdict." My moment of truth had arrived. I knew I was innocent, but did any of these horses? "The monarchy finds the defendant...guilty on the charge of possibly being a threat to our country. "I was horrified. So horrified that I stood there staring at the marvel floor. The coldness of the handcuffs being attached to my wrists, sending goose bumps down my spine. A feeling I would come to know well in the coming years. I was now regraded by the horses as a enemy of state.

I was then impacted from behind my knees from a blunt object forcing me to fall upon my knees trying to recover before a hoof came in contact behind my skull knocking me unconsciousness slowly dropping in and out from the cheers the populace were making and then darkness

In the later years/months/days I could not tell from having gone through beatings to torturing I could tell you in the end it isn't dying that scares me but pain. If I was far to gone before they took me I will know nothing of it. I grieved for the loss of my life I should be done with this way of life, I cried until my eyes ran dry and my chest heaved violently. It's never going to end. I never will be free. As I curled up in the corner of the cold stone floor of my cell, clasping my chest, memories ransacked my mind being tormented by the horrors that came from the days before. The images were so acute, so crystal clear, it was like reliving through them once again.

The pain throbs in my gut, it's deep and warm, but not in the pleasant way. It feels like a hand inside squeezing my organs gently at first then as hard as it could afterward. When it passes I can move, when it returns I clench my form trying to suppress the pain while slowly curling up on the floor holding my gut and breathing, breath slow and deep to keep it from hurting worse. There was no blood that come out but my abdomen was purple and lumpy from the punches I received there. Every step was a blood curdling feel like a nail forcibly being bombarded within my innards. I wondered how I was still alive at this point what was making me continue on...

They say the pain dulls with time, and things would get better; but how could things be better when the reason pain is not painful anymore expect leaving a numb feeling, is it wrong to say that I've forgotten what pain felt like? Over time, the memory of my old self flashed before my eyes seeing a former presence that could smile so easily now turn twisted. I no longer saw myself in the person I use to be, but a stranger that I use to share common interest in no longer existed. Tears would stream down my cheeks with no reason or emotion behind them, but if it was a sign that I was hurting inside maybe there was hope to see something beyond the blurriness, then I will chose to suffer in this life until I see myself within this smiling stranger who I once use to be...

A heavenly smell assaulted my senses causing me to stir from my slumber. When I opened my eyes it was blurry and the major headache was making it unbearable to keep them open, but from what I could make out was what appeared to be a blob before me which made me believe it was the cause for my awaking. Another thing that caught my attention was a tiny movement just out of my provisional vision, which made a shuffling movement before making its way toward my presence.

I then heard a disoriented voice trying to speak to me, but it fell upon deaths ears since the dull ringing occupying my ears at the moment before I send a grunt there way hoping they'll get the message. I wasn't able to speak with the dryness of my throat from not having any form of liquid. I decided to close my eyes to let them rest for a bit until opening them once again hoping before then that this figure would be gone. I turned out to be wrong on that accord after feeling something grazing my lips.

I was about to loss my mind when some force opened my mouth until that same sense from before seemed to make itself known again. Right after it touched my lips I felt the heavenly liquid that consumed my mouth; water...I tried to consume as much of it as I could while almost drowning myself. After having that heavenly liquid my body started to feel warmer like a blanket consuming my form and the ringing stopped then that's when I heard a feminine voice speak out.

"Glad your alive and kicking for a few minutes there I was worried I was to late in saving you. I'm also glad to say welcome back to the land of the living."