Azura held her head proper, ignoring the slander of the crowd. She realized that she was in a hole she couldn't crawl out of. Azura glared at her executioner, the judge. Her fate had already been determined the second her foot had crossed the threshold into the courtroom. She was going to die. Azura realized this. It was a set up. No amount of argument could sway the already biased jury.
"'Tis blatant that judgement has already been passed. Has it not?"
Breaking from her reverie, Azura snapped back to reality as she started to walk down the cobblestone streets. The teen blinked in new realization as she stared at the ropes that bound her wrists. 'Do not give the wolves the satisfaction,' she told herself. She raised her head slowly. Her walk became firmer. Her eyes were set straight ahead with a stern expression. Azura smelled the scent of burning coal. The teen took a breath in quietly.
"My name is Azura Ainsley!" she shouted. "This is a conspiracy planned in cold blood, not execution!" Even if the townspeople didn't believe her, she felt the need to yell the words. Someone would hear her and tell her story. That, she knew.
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