Little Lightning

Chapter 7

I apologize for the long chapter. I didn't really think that that part of my story would take so long to tell. Also, I know you haven't seen much of me lately. Mainly because I don't really like think about this. But don't worry, I don't mind telling it. It's the only thing I can do while trapped here. -Lyrical

Lyrical's mind reeled. The court? What? 

"Now come." Yia rolled away without a glance backwards to see if Lyrical was coming. Not that she could see in the first place. Lyrical jogged a little ways to catch up.

"Why are we going to the court? Whats happening there?" A dozen other questions whirled around Lyricals mind like a tornado, but those were the ones at the top of her list to be answered.

"A trial." Yia responded simply. A trial? For what? After a moment or two of thinking, one thought occurred to her that chilled her to the bone.

Was she the one on trial?

She opened her mouth to voice this question, the most important one of all.

"No." Yia answered her question before Lyrical could even make a sound. "Its for someone else." Lyrical shut her mouth, remembering what Yia had told her all those years ago.

I just sensed the differences in your electromagnetic pulses and interpreted them.

Lyrical followed Yia quietly, her borrowed black slippers nothing but a whisper on the polished floor. They had to have passed at least a dozen incredible and detailed symbols on the wall, but Lyricals mind was so muddled and messed up that she didn't notice them, numb to their beauty.

Just when Lyricals feet began to ache and she once again wondered how large the building really was, they stopped at a pair of large doors, much like the ones leading inside the building.

The sound of stone grinding against stone reached Lyricals ears as they opened on their own. She winced slightly, preparing herself for another spectacular architectural marvel.

What greeted her instead was a courtroom that oddly resembled earth's courtrooms. A large wooden table in the middle, several rows of seats surrounding it. Behind the large table was the enlarged symbol Lyrical had seen countless times on the walls in the building and on the wall in that house. She had the sensation of falling the longer she stared at it.

"Lyrical!" A voice bellowed happily. Lyrical turned to see Yoran, a large, potbellied man, waddling towards her. "It's so nice to see you again!" He scooped her up in his arms and gave her a back-breaking hug.
"Nice to see you too--" She choked out, slightly struggling to breathe. He set her down and it took all her willpower not to gasp for breath.
"Sorry, I guess I don't know my own strength." He chuckled, embarrassed.

"No, no, it's alright," Lyrical assured him. "It's always good to be enthusiastic."

Familiar footsteps sounded behind her. She didn't need to turn to know who it is. 

"Feeling better?" Kirtash's voice asked from her left. 

"Yup. Kind of astounded at the architecture, but nothing super extreme." She replied, finally turning to look at him. He was wearing a black suit with turquoise accents, the style much like her own. His silver hair was in its usual bun, but the bun was much tighter and the smaller strands that usually hung around his face were slicked back. "Well. I've never seen you so dressed up." 

"You don't see me nearly as much as you think." His eyes roved her outfit then found their way back up to her face. "It suits you." 

"Thank..." She stopped herself before she could thank him. "You know, I never understood why you people don't like being thanked."