The Trials

Chapter 1

"A prominent judge was asked what we, as citizens of the countries of the world, could do to reduce crime and disobedience to law and to bring peace and contentment into our lives and into our nation" -Thomas S. Monson
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This was not supposed to happen. Today was the day. The day of Judgement. Not for her.

For him.

There was nothing that could be done--nothing short of treason--that could save him from his fate.

After trying desperately to plead for his innocence, to no avail, she locked herself in her chambers, refusing to talk, sleep, or eat. Even her scrub stayed well away and left her to drown in her thoughts.

How could they do this to him? For all the things he has done for this kingdom. 'Twas a sin. There was no possible way for a man as wise as he to make such a crime, but alas no one would listen.

T'has been days since he was caught, and thrown into the dungeons like some sort of peasant. But he was no peasant. He was well respected. He ruled the kingdom.

She let the gentle stream flow down her cheeks, leaving a blotchy red stain in its quake, as she stared blankly at the hollowness in the swaying trees.

Their white branches bowed their heads in prayer as the wind whispered the heart wrenching news across the horizon. The sun's rays stained the blossom covered hills with its unforgiving glare. Bursts of red, orange and yellow glided along the grass and painted the sky in brushstrokes.

Her light sky blue eyes flickered to the Tree of Life, eyes that bathed in sorrow as she watched its golden branches sway majestically in the gush of the whirlwind. The roots glowed radiantly white and bulged through the moist soil as it split up into smaller limb-like veins. Its fruit glistened beckoning others to relish in its nourishment as it dangled carefully above the ground.

Only Angels, chosen by the God of their fathers, were allowed to partake of the fruit. Fruit that blessed the righteous and cursed the sinners. The temptation to devour it often trapped Angels in eternal damnation.

But even The Chosen were only allowed to partake of the fruit once a year. There were laws--especially for The Chosen--and when someone disregarded the laws they were banished.

Her coronation was truly a sight to remember.

The large crowd formed quickly, anxious for the coronation to begin. Nobody knew who would be chosen, especially not her--not the scrawny, fragile, clumsy scrub. She stood, smaller than the rest, in the middle encased between millions.

She wore her hair down--tangled despite her dragging a makeshift comb through it-- that day, the more traditional ladies wore theirs in up dues or elegant braids, her white dress resembled a potato sack that hid every curve.

She tried to look her best--truly--she even bathed for the first time in months, but her best was nothing compared to others. Nonetheless, her head was held high, and she did not acknowledge the snickers at her appearance.

Everyone was pushed to get a better view of the Tree of Life, for it was this day alone that even the peasants and common folk could look upon it, but despite her desperate struggles she could not find so much as a glimpse.

She continuously strained to see as the Tree of Life began glowing brighter--brighter then the sun that painted the sky, until a voice loud but gentle boomed throughout the whole kingdom.