Mercy looked shocked for a moment and frustrated, but not sad. She bit down on her lip to the point were it left a small indent on her fragile skin, but it was a feeling she needed to keep herself from loosing it. She spat down on the ground in a moment of frustration and dug her foot into the soil. Anything to keep her from going insane, because once she lost it she wouldn’t clam down, but it wasn’t like it mattered now. She was fighting a mental battle with herself, one that wouldn’t easily be put to rest. Half of her was ready to grab the nearest officer and throw them to the ground and beat them until they were nothing, but skin and broken bones. She wanted to fight, but her other half wanted peace. To go out without hesitation. It wasn’t death that frightened her really. It was dying in a stupid way like this.
She took one step at a time as she made her way to the stairs, she was strong willed, but the closer she got the harder she pressed on her lip until she could have sworn that she tasted blood inside her mouth. She could feel eyes on her, more than usual. It didn’t help her trying to keep her inner demons under control while she felt the glares of thousands that were happy it was her instead of them. She got to stage and made a quick cocky curtsy to the queen, even thought she was just in her shorts. There was a moment of silence in her mind, a moment were she was scared, but ready to embrace what came next. She knew she was going to die, but she hoped she got pull off a miracle and escape death. She always had been good at miracles before.
Mercy was quick to glance around from person to person as soon as she was on stage and than scan the crowd. Some looked sad and others had a silent joy that was well hidden, behind false looks of woe. There was mother with relief and fathers that hugged there smiling children. An image of a prefect home in her mind, but it was nothing like her own. ‘Prefect’ couldn’t describe anything in her life. She thought of how her mother would have acted. She probably would have ripped everyone’s throats out and regained once she was safe, but Mercy wasn’t her mother. She was still somewhat human.
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Nixon looked to his sister as his name got called. He reacted gently, like a lost child who was trying to find himself as he moved quietly up the stairs. He still had his sword on him, but they didn’t take it off of him. They didn’t seem to think any of them were any threat. He looked down at the ground and clenched his teeth, but walked smoothly and sturdily onto the stage. He wondered if his sister would be alright when he was gone. They hardly saw each other anyways, but he would miss her if she was gone forever. He tried not to think about what would happen and when he got on stage he looked up at his sister one last time. She looked beautiful to him, but not how she used to be. He missed her.
Nixon let out a quiet sigh as she continued on with the names and than finished. She looked stunned and upset, but he couldn’t blame her. She was trying to be strong as was everyone in this group. He was silent for the rest of it, counting the number of ways he would say goodbye to everyone he loved if he got the chance, but the chance was now gone.
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Guards shuffled the group out, not as gently as they could. There was a lot of shoving as soon as the group went behind the walls of the gates and outside of the city. It was mid day and the sun was bright in the sky. A large wooden cart that looked like it might fall apart waited to take them to the dragon’s territory. Half of the group of soldiers fell back and reentered the city walls and the others got a grin when they left.
A tall woman with long brown hair approached the group that stood out from the rest of the group because of her stunning pure white eyes. When they women looked at her with her stunning glaze she seemed to glance at each person before clearing her throat. She was thin, but you tell she was clearly strong than all of the people in this area combined. “Well than, we hope all of you weaklings enjoy your next few hours as we get to our city. This group is stronger than the last, but your all still weaklings here. Perhaps some of you won’t be so crudely grotesque when where done with you.” Her eyes seemed to give off a slight light when she said they were gross, as if the words made her laugh.
She nodded to the rest of her group and they quickly pushed the group into the large cart that had no where to sit, but the floor. She smiled slyly and waved to the group as she took her place at the front of the cart with a group of other soldiers. The soldiers left closed a shabby excuse for a wooden door once the people were packed inside. It was a time where nobody was listening to them anymore, but they sat in silence for the first few moments.