When I regained conscience, the first thing I felt was the pain in my wrists. I kept my eyes shut, trying to feel my body. I was sitting on a chair, with my hands tied behind, and my feet tied to the chair.
"Stop pretending," I heard a voice. "I can see you're conscious. Your aura tells me so."
I opened my eyes. I saw the juror from the magical tribunal in front of me. The one that looked and nodded at grandpa way too much.
"Now, abomination," the man said. "Tell us everything you know about this," he said, holding a button that looked like the one I'd been working on in front of me. Did they steal it, or were there many in Forg island?
"If you wanted to hear that," I said, looking around the room, "you could have attended my presentation. I'd have told you, together with everybody els
