The Island of The Cursed

Prologue

He fiddled with the dagger in his hands nervously as he waited for the concluding line of the meeting. The last thing he needed was another undecided case, especially at a high risk time such as now, since he was the one sitting in the accused chair. He decided to risk a glance toward the accuse-ing. The scrawny white haired male from across him flashed a gleeful smirk his way, folding his arms triumphantly as the judge filed through his notes. Instantly regretting looking up, he went back to fiddling with the dagger, silently grumbling to himself. No one could see it, obviously, but that was about his only advantage in the situation right now. Even so, he had a reputation to uphold. He couldn't just stab someone in the chest when he got treated unfairly, it just wasn't how things worked.

As the judge took one last glance at his notes, he looked over to his friend in the other accused chair. Unlike him, the mahogany haired emo who he had known since he was little wasn't as burdened as him. He was a drifter, a carefree spirit doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, occasionally taking the time to visit him and get into trouble with him. He looked back, his one dark eye showing through his shaggy bed head and staring, as if saying We're doomed. Now what? 

Suddenly he realized that the judge had already spoken, and that the entire court and all of the spectators were watching him nervously. He silently scolded himself for not listening as a good little boy should, even in a time of such suspense. He didn't know what was going to happen, but as the accusing stepped up from his chair with that sly pearly white smile plastered onto his face, he tensed. The dagger, not moving but absolutely frozen in his hands, his breath completely still. As the entire room watched, his eyes widened as a flash of bright light escaped from the boy's hands and engulfed his and his friend's bodies.