"Ugh, where am I?" I say as my eyes are adjusting to the unfamiliar scene.
"Where aren't you?" The mysterious voice says in a mockingly serious voice.
"What happened to me?" I ask once more.
"What could've happened to you?" The once soft and comforting voice had now morphed into an agitating nuisance.
"Is everyone all right?" I ask nearly in tears.
"Are you alright?" The mysterious voice requests.
I sink to my knees, I don't know where I am, where my family is, and I have a tormenting voice in my head. I begin to sob. This can't be how my life ends. Alone, afraid, and discontent. Before I can wallow any longer in my sadness, armored men march into the darkroom I had been encased in. The light was like a flood, it started as a leak, but it didn't take long for the storm surge of luminosity to deprive me of sight. They pick me up and carry me out of the room, I attempt to take a step back, but my leg is brought to an immediate stop. I've been shackled, why am I shackled?
"When the priest asks you a question, you'd best tell the truth. Liars are severed by a ray of our holy light." The stern guard warns me.
"Priest? There's only one priest and he's in-"The sudden realization halts my speech. The armor, the light, and the shackles. I'm in Téleios. The home of the perfectionists, Téleios is known as the city bathed in God's radiance. They have the most powerful military force in the world, some say they have bullets that pierce light itself. Of course, I didn't believe that but it's a scary thought, there's one unnatural thing I do believe though, I do believe that the priest had the ability to smite me. Feats like that aren't humanely possible but right now I don't know what's what. I have done nothing wrong, so if I tell the truth I should be fine. Right?
"Tie him to the center of the courtroom." demands the officer seated next to the seat of the priest who had yet to arrive. I am tied to a pole in the middle of the courtroom, which gives me the perfect angle to hear everyone's wish for my death and damnation to hell.
"Behold!" The herald yelps at the top of her lungs.
"Father Lyons!" she concludes. The courtroom erupts into applause and starts bowing their heads to him. He returns the gesture. I refuse, I don't even know this man and I've been kidnapped by him. I owe him nothing. He raises his hand and makes a circular motion. Before I notice a halo appears above me. I could feel my iris tremble within my sclera. No way. There's no such thing. I've heard that priests are holy but, this transcends anything I could've ever imagined. I've never feared anything as much as I fear this man. He gives me a pure and sincere smile. This petrifies me even more; they really don't have a problem with this.
"Do not fret oh defiled one" the priest states in a calm and collected voice. Defiled? Me? How am I defiled? Is it because I'm an Exile?
"I will obliterate the evil inside of you child." He declares. The trial commences.
"Did you or did you not assist arrest from our police?" He asks.
"That's not fair you came to our school with guns and star-" I feel a surge of electricity go through my body. I feel my nerves shut down, a blaring siren sound shoots through my eardrums. I start to stop making sense of things.
"I did not ask that; did you or did you not resist arrest from our officers." I grit my teeth.
"Yes, I did," I say in an aggravated tone.
"That wasn't so hard was it?" The priest says in a condescending tone.
"Now, did you attack any of our officers?" The priest asks. This is okay I haven't so I just need to tell the truth.
"No, I did not harm any officers," I say in an exhausted voice. I'm fine, nothing happened, not even an electrocution. I hear a gasp within the stands. I hear their whispers.
"He didn't hurt an officer?" "Wow guess Exiles aren't complete trash at least they're human." "Heh, barely even that." The strangers in the stands conversing with themselves. I just gained a silent victory. There's no visual change in his expression, he's still calm and collected.
"The last question that will determine your judgment." His tone shifts to a more serious and sterner one.
"Where do you keep, Caliburn." When he says Caliburn there's a strange feeling of greed resonating from the priest.
"Cal what?" I answer.
A vein pops out on the shiny glossed head of the priest. I can tell that he really wanted to know the whereabouts of it. But how could I help him find a "Caliburn," if I don't even know what that is? He puts his middle and index finger together. And he swats them directly down. I stand confused until I look up and see the halo spin vigorously until stretched into a bolt of lightning. I couldn't comprehend its speed until had struck the surface of my head. But it didn't penetrate the skin or the skull. It seemed to have been stopped by an invisible force. I lower my head to look the petrified priest in the eyes. Soon the sparks of the electricity fizz out of existence. I couldn't quite understand what had happened myself, but I had a feeling that I wasn't supposed to be standing after that. Judging by the flabbergasted look on the crowd and the priest.
The priest turns quickly and makes a timely exit after his failed murder attempt. And not long after; an emergence of screams erupts within the stands and people evacuate the courtroom. As I take a second inspection of the ceiling, I notice a mural, 3 swords all pointing towards a labyrinth.