GENRE: YA Fantasy
It is often said that condemned souls do three things upon the approach of their executioner – tremble, plead, and finally, rage against all those present. Today I will discover if there is any truth to the saying. I am in Ayos, a town half a day’s ride from my village, and on the platform before me, two redcloaks – the red and gold armored emperor’s guards – restrain a wildly struggling woman. Though she seems mad, what with her straggly red hair and garbled speech, she trembles upon sight of the approaching executioner, quickly proving the first part of the saying true – the condemned do quiver in the face of their impending death.
Would that I were younger, and did not have to watch what was happening on the platform. Sadly, I am six winters now – much too old to behave the spoilt child (at least, according to Father). He has reminded me long and repeatedly that I must watch the execution with all the gravity required my age, and has even put me upon his shoulders, so as I have the best view of the platform for miles.
Assuming gravity is yet another of his complicated words for dignity, I fail to see how I could possibly have any – I do after all, require the extra height his shoulders provide.