A light flashed. I was standing in front of a wide stone platform. I could make out the silhouettes of people – at least, I thought they were people – sitting in high back chairs. There was a haze around them and, no matter what I did, my eyes wouldn"t focus enough to allow me to see clearly.
“What do you have to share that will change the decision I have made?” a loud voice demanded.
The air cleared, and I could, now, see a man with a white, curly beard. Sitting in the center on a massive gilded and jeweled throne, his muscles glistened.
“If you have nothing to share to save this boy, then why are you interrupting?” His golden eyes gleamed with fury, shaking me out of the trance I’d been in.
“Cole’s being judged for hurting me. As you can see, I’m perfectly healthy,” I said, trying to
