I have no idea how long I've been in this courtroom, but I've begun to get hungry. I look around the room to see if there was any food left behind. But tied to this pole I'm not going anywhere. I glance over my shoulder.
"The electricity sparks burned the rope!" I exclaim. I tug and pull with all my might. And the ropes slowly were giving way to my efforts. A few more tugs and the rope finally snapped; I collapse due to fatigue. I glance around me looking for food. But through the windows flashlights with silhouettes were approaching the courthouse. I dash through the courtroom, and I navigate the confusing and contorting hallways of what seems to be a maze. I eventually reach the holding cell I had been placed in prior to the trial.
"I'm getting nowhere!" I silently chant to myself. I hear a deep voice call out.
"Exile if you don't come peacefully, we'll use force. Come out now." I stop cold in my tracks. And I ponder what I should do in this situation. If I run, I'll be killed. But if I surrender, I'll stay alive.
I push off with all my strength and I sprint wildly through the maze of a hallway. Eventually reaching an exit. I made it; I'm coming home. I open the door to the exit. And as I look at what surrounds me all hope is drained from me. 100? 200? 1000? Gunmen take aim at me, and two tall muscular figures tower over me.
"You cannot escape my grasp Exile." They pick me up and before I can take a moment to analyze the face of the person. They extend their baton, launch me mid-air, and strike my face on descent. I remember gliding for a few milliseconds before tumbling down the sidewalk.
As I'm taking my last look before I blackout, I can make out the tall figure accompanied by another tall figure, the same exact height. They conversate although I hear none of it, what are they going to do to me?
"Fight, my child."