*** (Elias POV)
It was a dark morning, the sky was spotted with dark clouds, and the air had a hint of chill, where you could see your breath. Standing in the audience box overlooking the execution ground, I looked at it with sad eyes. Very rarely was this yard ever used, and this is the first time it would be used in my lifetime.
Rebecca was on the ground, wandering around with a frown evident on her face. She wore a pair of skinny jeans paired with a loose navy blouse. Her silky brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail, still having some light waves from last night's party. A joyous day before a dark day.
I couldn't tell what she was thinking and that bothered me slightly, however, I noticed, between her stiff posture and unreadable facial expressions, today will not be a great day. She didn't have to speak, to let her mood be known.
