Act 1 Chapter 1 - Trial
His hairs stood on end, an after effect of the electricity that coursed through his veins or perhaps because he was restrained on a stool with cold metal steel wrapped around his hands, ankles and thighs being appraised by the 7 leaders of this country. An almost angelic light beams directly from above his face dyed in blood, yet blue. With blurry eyes Zayne looks into the man staring daggers into his, Mayce Greed his father. Age was kind to him, his shoulders broad, muscles threatening to rip through the tight black and green suit he was wearing, his face peppered with wrinkles mainly around the eyes and forehead. His eyebrows furrows as his voice booms across the large, heptagonal room.
“Zayne is on trial for treason against this country and allegedly causing mayhem across 6 of our allied countries, the severity of this crime causes for death” an uproar ensued around the table “Death is ridiculous! There’s no evidence he caused anything!” the stool rotated towards the voice forcefully, when the affect of the jarring movement subsided, Zayne took a good look at the man speaking. Raine Pride, a sight for sore eyes to be sure, his old best friend. He donned a black and blue suit, with a gem encrusted gloved hand outstretched in front of him, clearly enraged. Heated arguments between the old man and the young man permeated the room. A new voice “P-Personally if he was the Emerald King t-that’s l-like really impressive!” the voice stammered, shy yet loud enough to silence the two men.
A burst of laughter from the centre of the room, the stool spun “That would be really impressive wouldn’t it Willow, personally I’d give that man a medal of honour” Zayne looked towards Willow Envy, admiring how much she had changed over the years, speaking up in a trial setting is an incredible feat for the shy woman. She had messy hair, tied into a bun, wearing a black and orange dress. The woman just blushed and rotated the stool towards Mayce yet again.
“Hey dad, I think it’s a little hurtful that you want to kill your son after 10 years of no contact” Zayne said cheekily.
“Enough son.” Mayce said harshly “It pains me as you would imagine, especially to conduct this trial in your current physical state” His eyes glazed over Zayne’s bloodied face sombrely
“There’s a good story that accompanies this physical state, but seeing as I’m being put to death what does it matter?” Zayne said.
Zayne’s nonchalant attitude did no favours to the other leaders, with even Raine sat silently unsure as what to do. A loud crack echoed startling everyone in the room including Audrey Sloth who was perfectly content sleeping throughout the entire trial, she stretched languidly turning towards the source of the loud crack. She cocked her head curiously “What’s wrong Azalea?” a terrifying glare turned the poor woman’s laziness into a prim and proper form. Azalea Wrath stormed out of the room, her steps louder than even Mayce’s voice.