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7 Vienice Aramon

_Vienice Aramon_

    Vienice was marched down the hallway, and for some reason he couldn't manage to muster up any sort of anxiety. He felt nothing but perhaps a faint sense of melancholy as the passed by cell after cell of empty or silent condemned men. It was an odd feeling to have in this situation, but he supposed he didn't often feel much... he especially didn't have much to feel now. Everyone he'd ever known was dead. He would have feared death if not for the fact that he seemingly couldn't die- or so that is what he assumed. There were plenty of ways to die so he couldn't count himself too lucky.

     He was to walk a few paces ahead of the guard, as not to cause him any trouble. The sword he had with him could no doubt cut his head off again and then he would be out of commission for quite some time. He had no intention of causing any trouble though. He supposed he could understand the caution. Anyone would be weary of a boy who decimated an entire village and then walked away, headless, from an execution block.

    Infact, Vienice wondered why there was only one man with him now, and not more. If the kid was able to take out an entire city, shouldn't there be more than one person walking him to his trial? Ordinary men had more. "Are we really heading to my trial?" He asked out of the blue, keeping his eyes ahead of him.

    The man seemed a bit perplexed at the question until he realized the boy's suspicions. "Yes. I personally asked to escort ya alone."

    "Why? Come to think of it, I haven't seen you around here before- yet you act like you belong."

    He chuckled now, his voice echoing across the hallways as the took a turn around the dimly lit corner into another hallway. "I wanted to meet ya." He said simply.

    Vienice narrowed his eyes and looked behind him at the man. "Eyes forward, keep walking," The man commanded him.

    He did as he was told, looking back in front of him. "So you are not from around here then? Your accent differs slightly." He pointed out.

    "Started off a peasant, I did. Worked my way up. Worked here for a while."

    "For a while," Vienice pointed out.

    "Yer observant aren't ya?"

Vienice didn't respond to that, but merely asked something else instead. "And why did you want to meet me?"

"The notorious red devil they are callin' yew. Said you murdered a whole village- even yer own family."

"They did say that, huh?"

The man hummed, went silent for a moment, then spoke again. "Did ye not?"

"I don't know." He answered simply, but this seemed to miff the guard as they walked on.

"What do ya mean ye don't know? Did ya or did ya not?"

"I do not know what happened. It's all a bur. If I had to guess, I think I did." he said monotonously.

"Don't say it so lightly," The man warned.

Vienice shrugged. "What is done is done. I came to, covered in blood, in a panic. Never been so terrified in my life. After that... I suppose I just accepted it."

"Ye don't make much of a compelling case for a good sentence..."

"I don't deserve a good sentence. If not because I did it, then because I was the only one to walk away." He said simply.

"Yer an odd fellow," the man said now, seemingly at a loss for words.

A long moment of silence followed before Vienice spoke up again. "Do you believe it?" He asked the man.