ALORA
The morning dawned gray and heavy, as if the sky itself was mourning what was to come. I was awakened by the clanking of iron bars and the rough hands of guards who yanked me from the cold, hard floor of my cell. There was no kindness in their touch, only the cold efficiency of men who had a job to do. My body was stiff, aching from the night spent in the dark confines of my cell, and as I was dragged to my feet, I struggled to find the strength to stand.
The trial was to be held in the Royal High Court, a place where justice was supposedly served, but as I was led through the narrow corridors, I could feel the weight of injustice pressing down on me. The walls seemed to close in, the air thick with the scent of fear and despair. My heart pounded in my chest, a wild, frantic beat t
