𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝔹𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕....

The Inner Desk

The hallway to the commander's inner sanctum is lined with with more SENT guards. Their swords clanking against their old rusty shields. My heart hammered into my ribs and my feet were trembling with fear. As much as I was lost walking in an aisle I had never been to, the pathway seemed very familiar.

A rush of deja vu swept me as I saw a vision of myself in this very place, not as a scared visitor coming to plead for mercy again.

Instead I was....I was welcomed by the SENT guards. They all seemed to welcome me.

"Such weird dreams I've been having lately" I sigh as I bolt back to reality.

I clean my eyes with the back of my palms to avoid any visible traces of tears. I don't want to be seen as weak.

Not now.

I try my best to find my way to the commander's chamber.

Then there was a door that just seemed to be it. I've never been here before but I had a strong feeling it was it.

I don't knocck.

I couldn't risk letting my courage fail this time.I push the heavy oak door open though slightly but steadily.

The room is vast, smelling of cold stone and expensive ink. At the far end behind the desk carved from dark, ancient wood is a man whom I guess is the commander.

He looks very different from the other SENT guards.Of course he does. He is younger than the legends suggested,with sharp, aristocrastic features and eyes the color of the winter sea.

His hair permed to perfection. He has broad chests which give off this strikingly intimidating aura.

It just has to be him.

He doesn't look up from the map he is studying.

"The guards outside must be getting lazy", He says. His voice a smooth, dangerous baritone. "Usually they filter out the beggars before they get to my door"

"I am not a beggar", I say. My voice steadier than I actuually felt.

He finally looks up. His gaze was like that of a physical weight, stripping away my defenses.

Then what are you? He leans back with a sharp gaze. A rebel? Or a grieving lover?"

"And how exactly were u given acccess to my chamber?" He says with a cold voice though it doesnt sound like that of anger.

I don't respond to his question because as sad as it may seem, I was never actually given authorization to walk into the Commander's chamber. No one ever comes into the Commander's chamber without permission.The guards never said I could come in. But I was determined to pay my last respect to Mirelle and waiting for permission would have somewhat delayed the process.

I couldn't even bear to look at him, not at the man who held the pen that ended my sister's life. I keep my eyes locked on the hem of his dark cloak, my whole body trembling so hard I feared my bones would snap out of existence.

But I couldn't let him trace my fear.

"I...I have come to request for the body of my sister", I whisper. My voice barely reaching his desk.

The commander doesn't move. The only sound heard is that of a ticking clock similar to that of the sounds of my heartbeat.

"And who is your sister?, He asks with an intimidating look.

'She is the one that was caught making love in the yard in the early hours of the morn.", I say feeling ashamed.

"Oh. Her" a faint edge creeps into his lethal baritone,"She does have some guts".It seems its some sort of family trait.

"P..l...lease", I say whilst trying to muster up confidence and not give in to my emotuions.

"I'm yet to understand what it is you are requesting for. Bodies of the condemned are not given out for burial" he says while returning his gaze to the map he was studying.

"She was only in love