"...This assassin had attempted to murder my oldest son and the Crown Prince. She had used dirty and evil tricks to seduce my son before she tried to kill him. She failed but my son is now left in a sorry and crippled state. For this crime of attempting to kill a prince and for sullying the dignity and grace of the entire royal family, I find her guilty and order her to be executed by beheading.Let this be a reminder to anyone who dares to go against the royal family and the king. Let it be a warning to those who commit the most unforgivable crime in this kingdom: A crime against a member of the royal family or the royal prestige itself!!"
The king was so embarrassed and humiliated by this mere red girl being able to pull one on the royal family and for escaping the prison and not being caught for 3 months. He wanted to make an example out of her in front of the mixed crowd of gold nobles and red commoners. He wanted her to die in front of all of them in order to show them their place.
This is what happens when we dare to insult or bear your teeth at your royal masters.
The king had found Arya "guilty" of attempted murder of a member of the royal family. This was it. She was going to die for real with her head flying off her shoulders and her blood pooling onto the wooden stage.
The fat piggy guard dragged her frozen body to the beheading block and slammed her head onto it. Arya saw the little straw basket underneath her. For her chopped off head to fall into.
She wanted to cry and she did. She was never going to see her family again. She was going to die. Die. Die. She didn't want to die. She wanted to live.
The executioner walked over. He was a tall man dressed in all black from head to toe with only his eyes showing through the black cloth mask that covered his face.
He leaned down and gently pushed her hair away to expose her neck.
"Don't worry. I'll be fast and end things quickly. You won't feel a thing. I promise."
He whispered this into her ear as a sort of comfort but Arya didn't feel comforted. She felt more scared and terrified.
The executioner readied his ax and waited for the king's orders.
The entire crowd was silent. Nobody spoke. A chilling and deafening silence filled the air.
The king finally gave his command.
"OFF WITH HER HEAD!!!"
The guard raised his ax high above his head and brought it down on the girl's neck.
Only to stop with the blade of the ax suspended in mid-air so close to the girl's neck. His arms were shaking and trembling but it was as if some invisible force was stopping him from bringing his ax down on the girl's neck.
The crowd stirred and started whispering to each other. What was going on?
The royal princes and princesses looked confused while the king looked downright enraged.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? KILL HER!!"
The executioner, his arms still trembling and shaking, called out, "Your Highness, I..can't…something is stopping me-"
The executioner's words were cut off when an invisible force grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up a few feet into the air. He kicked and clawed at the neck as he started to choke and gasp for breath and his face turned blue.
The crowd was getting more and more restless and mutters and cries of shock rang out throughout the crowd.
The girl slowly raised herself up from the beheading block and sat up; Her green eyes were glowing and she seemed to be radiating power. She had somehow broken free from her full body paralysis through mere willpower alone. The sheer pressure of her power sent chills down the spines of everyone-even the most powerful gold blood and even the royal princes and princesses themselves.
Royal guards rushed up onto the wooden stage to restrain her but they were yanked into the air and were left choking and crawling at their necks as if they were being hanged by their necks on an invisible noose just like the executioner as they clawed and tried to free themselves.
The crowd gasped as they watched the display of power before their eyes. They somehow-almost instinctively-knew that it was the girl. It was her power that was strangling all those guards and the executioner as they struggled for breath.
"How is she lifting them up like that?"
"I thought she was a red. She's a gold?!!"
"What is even going on?"
The piggy guard and his friends rushed towards the stage in an attempt to stop Arya but Arya whipped her head in their direction as they came charging towards the wooden stage. Arya stood still for a moment before she threw her arms apart. The guards were sent flying towards the approaching young royal guards and slammed into them so hard that the piggy guard and his friends along with the guards were sent flying into the crowd and took out some unfortunate people who were standing a little too close.
Arya stood still for a moment, her eyes still glowing bright green and Arya screamed as all of the mana inside of her finally awoke and she fell onto her hands and knees. Beautiful green aura came pouring out of her, circling and covering her, and the massive explosion of mana caused the ground to shake violently and harshly and send everyone falling onto the ground.
That warm and gentle feeling inside of her body was turning into a raging wildfire that was burning her up from the inside. She was burning up and it felt like something was building up inside of her and was about to explode.
Her heart beat wildly and her mind was starting to blur up. Her head hurt and her throat felt dry.
More and more power came flowing out of her. Her entire body was responding to the dormant power inside of her that was awakened and allowed her to be reborn again.
Suddenly, Arya screamed, a loud and pained scream echoed in the air, and collapsed and her rampage came to an end.