Wayward Mages

Chapter 27

Kaira

I'm walking or either being dragged into some hall. There are about fifty people around me all staring at me like I have committed some crime. At the front of the hall, near the podium I see a teenager with blond hair. I don't think I have ever seen him before, but there is something about him that's kinda familiar.

The man who was escorting me here signals that I should climb to the podium. I do as I am told, and the blond haired boy gives me a look. I can't really tell what he meant by it, but I can feel some sorrow from it-almost like he feels that he is the reason that I am here...which, by the way, is probably not true.

The boy clears his throat, "I hereby call the court to order! The jury is here today to judge the trial of Kaira Streams." The court immediately quieted.

Just as I look away from him, a man enters the room from the main door. He is a pretty heavily built man with brown hair and is probably important, 'cause four bodyguards are escorting him to the front. He sits down next to the blond boy and whispers something in his ear.

The boy looks...well, I can't read that expression. It's confusing. He turns back to the man and says something, and the man smiles. It's eerie. The man pats him on the back, and Blondie (that's what I've decided to call him)turns back to the front, looking shaken, and his expression is now pained and strained! Ha! That rhymed! I'm so smart! Never mind, you wouldn't be able to understand my awkward amazingness.

My brain wanders back to what Blondie said in the beginning, the bit about my trial. I wondered what would happen afterwards-obviously I would be deemed guilty, but what would happen to me? Would they kill me, torture me, sell me as a slave...

I could go on and on for ages, I have quite the imagination, if I do say so myself. Whatever. You don't want to hear that stuff, do you?

The man who entered the room cleared his throat and bangs the gavel given to him by Blondie. "Kaira Streams had snuck into our premises a year ago. She, along with her cyborg sister, have been captured. The cyborg has been re-rendered and is completely on our side. However, the same cannot be said for Miss Streams here."

I thought about the past, our mission to Mythlecis that had gotten completely side-tracked, Guardian, Mara, Charlie...and the hardest to think of, Kyle. I had no idea of what had happened to him. All I could hope was that he hadn't been captured by these creepy people. If he had been captured...well, let's say that I didn't want to think of the possibilities.

Okay, back to the trial. I was most definitely gonna be prosecuted. I'm scared. What if I'm quartered? Or they subject me to a polygraph? I'm done for...medieval tortures, here I come.

The man who entered the room scowled. I'm sure he would be the villain in the story if this was a book...I should do that and publish it, but only if I get out alive.He reminds me of Valentine in the Mortal Instruments-let's just hope he isn't that bad. It would be so ironic if Kyle happened to be his son. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes and my heart nearly broke at the thought of him. I knew what had happened to Charlie, I couldn't digest the fact that it probably happened to him too. I mean, I still wasn't completely 'okay' with the idea of that happening to Charlie. I mean think about it....I've practically lost my sister.

A man in the audience stands up and questions the man who entered (whose name is probably Jonathan...because that's what everybody calls him). He states that I should be sentenced to death since I snuck in here a year ago coming from organisation that was against them.

Well I guess he was right...and I was awaiting my convicting statement, when Blondie stands up. "I object...I don't think Miss Streams should be sentenced to death we could use her later on for our fight back," says Blondie.

Hearing this Jonathan's scowl changed into a clever smirk. "Well...that's my boy. I agree with my son. We shall let Miss Streams only on the condition that she agrees to what we instruct her to do."

There were a series of groans from the audience, but there were also some people who were nodding in agreement.

Then Jonathan stares straight at me his eyes piercing right into mine. "But, if she fails to abide by our rules, she will die." His statement resonated through the courtroom. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Blondie looked slightly disconcerted, but covered it with a smile (not actual one but those fake smiles people plaster on their faces to let the others they are fine). "It'll serve her right, the little _____."

I'm done for. Once again.Good bye life. Not like it was any good in the first place.