The Splinter in the Soul
I was surrounded. The priests stood before me, frowning. The crowd packed tightly behind the wall of guards. My family's faces had aged without grace and their hatred of me had only fermented with time.
I drew a breath and felt the sun hot on my skin.
"I left here in shame"
I pulled at the laces of the gauntlet.
"convicted of evil deeds."
It loosened from my fingers.
"And I tell you today that I AM GUILTY!"
The leather fell to the dust. The crowd shrank back. Drawing off my shirt, I showed them how the black tendrils had spread. The mark wrapped my arm past the shoulder.
"I was coerced to obey the priests dark bidding."
My hand brandished in the sky, I met any eyes that didn't look away.
"All along, I had the choice to refuse, but I did not, fearing death. I have lived with this humiliation ever since."
Sweat dripped down my temples. No one made a sound. The secret servants had stopped their approach. Eyes closed, I spread both arms in invitation of my bare torso and exposed neck.
"I am ready to die now."
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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Good, I'm trying to keep the reader guessing.
- #2926 Posted 5 years ago
Yeah, it feels like a rash decision to face his humiliation and regret.
- #2929 Posted 5 years ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
I changed in the years of my exile, and though no one in the streets recognized me beneath the beard…The Accused
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Seems dark. Despite the confession, I'm not sure if the protagonist is giving up in order to pay for his crimes or if he is getting ready to fight.