Around the world there are opposites of weather. In some places snow falls gracefully, glistening in the moonlight on a pathway lining a quiet street. In others a fire roars under the afternoon sun, lit by nothing but the heat of the country which endures a scorching hot Christmas every year.
Red hot light beats down on the red dust of the Nullarbor Plain. A stretch of tree-less land set at the base of Australia, spanning over 200,000 square kilometres.
One area of the plain is enchanted by an old spell, that shields an establishment from eyes not exclusive to the Warriors of Red. Only those trained by such hardened, mythical and fearsome scholars had the right to claim the title.
Like all heroic organisations, they have their greatest legends.
One moment, a member of the Red High Council by the name of Azurah, was sitting in the council chambers, holding a scarlet gem in her hands and observing the well being of ex-members.
It was a normal routine to do. Sometimes they'd request for those ex-members to come in and train others, or take on apprentices or, be offered a position on the council.
But as Azurah looks in on her favourite ex-member, the Legendary defender of justice and dealer of due death, Venus Meadow, she comes across something rather odd.
Quick as a wink, Azurah is jumping to her feet, panicking.
"Oh no..." she whispers, dropping the gem. "Oh no, no, no, no!"
The blonde spins on the spot and sprints for the door, all the while thinking to herself Venus, what have you done?
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"I'm innocent! I'm innocent!"
Blah blah blah.
The murderer of six transgender women on the streets of Crime Alley hollers such things as the guards drag him out of the courtroom. If capital punishment were still a thing I'd demand the full sentence, but instead he's getting twenty for each life.
I scoop my papers up, slipping them into their file. I'll give this to Kalie, she can archive it and I can finally have some lunch.
"You okay?" Telysha asks, glancing at me from the side.
"Yes, why?"
"You seemed to get breathless at times," she answers. Ha, whatever. I'm at the top of my game, and why wouldn't I be? I'm fine. Everything is fine.
"Just disgusted by the case," I tell her, slipping the file into my bag. I turn around and stride out of the room, carpet turning to marble beneath my heels. The courthouse feels closed in but cold, which is new.
The courthouse wasn't a place I enjoyed, per say, but it was a place where I felt like I was on top of the world. Because technically, I was, alongside the judges and the legal hierarchy.
Instead I feel unworthy of the title, and the location. I feel like I'm on the wrong side of these walls; like I should be on the stand and the witness, berating me.
As I am rushed at by troves of reporters (reporters, not gossip rags or paparazzi) I lie to myself about the reason for my discomfort. Yeah, sure, of course I don't know why I feel like a criminal.
"DA Meadow! DA Meadow!" There are microphones shoved in my face and I manage to form a content smile for shouldered cameras.
"What are the results of the trial!?" The closest woman asks. All the reporters are familiar, but I have no time to recall names.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
DA Meadow: The Hellbent and the Broken (Jason Todd) BOOK 2
FanficI could lie. I could say the hardest thing of all was dealing with the pain & the darkness without any alcohol. To do that would be to destroy the last remnant of him. Of what we had. Of what we were. Of what I destroyed. Of what I lost. ∞...
