"I will not put up with it. No, no I will not go to the trial. And you shouldn't go either Arake," the queen complained.
"Dear, don't you want to know what she has to say?" The queen shook her head. Rose was as stubborn as ever and usually got what she wanted. Arake stood with Sir Lorando watching. The king grew annoyed and motioned for the teacher.
"Bring the prisoner to the courtroom."
Silvernist gripped the cell bars and yanked.
"Let me out!" she screamed.
"Let me out!" She repeated. She heard footstepd heading her way. She quit yelling but kept her hands on the bars. A man stepped in front of her and sneered,
"Your coming with me, girl." Silvernist heard a ket turning the lock. She the found herself out of prison being led away. Once they climbed the staircase, light shown wich blinded the girl's eres.
Silvernist closed her eys. Because of being in the dark for so long the light hurt her eyes. She opened them and was standing in front of a door. The guard opened it and shoved her in on the other side. She found herself in a large crowded room. People sat talking but turned to look at her. The door behind her closed and Silvernist suddenly became ambarassed for everyone was watching her. She realised this was her trial.
King Timothy and Queen Rose sat in the very front of the room. Their son beside them.
"Come foward," the king spke loudly. Silvernist obeyed, catiously coming before them.
"What's your name?" he asked. Silvernist opened her mouth but shut it. What sould she say?
"Yes?" she hesitated and answered.
"Silvernist? What kind of name is that?" The queen snorted. Her face felt warm.
"Well, Silvernist, my wife tells me that you tried to murder the King of Zilda, which is me." Murmers and noises came from the crowd.
"Is this true?" Silvernist looked down.
"No your majesty. It is not. For I have only come to warn you. My weapon was only for defense." The king and queen exchanged glances.
"She's lying," the queen objected.
"I'm not," Silvernist said trying to control her anger. "I'm warning y-."
"Enough rubbish, we already went over that part. This land is supposed to be free of evil and there is no wicked wizard," the king raised his voice. He was becoming uncomfortable and the queen seemed to be smiling.
"Why listen to a girl. A strange girl who hides her face, who right now will remove her cloak." Silvernist clenched her fists in anger. No one in all her life listened to her except her grandmother. When the king said to remove her cloak, she froze. Remove it? Now she'd really be embarassed.
"Take it off," the queen ordered. Silvernist had no choice but to obey.
Arake watched the girl enter. He didn't say anything during the trial but he listened carefully and later on, dozed off. When he heard his mother say to the prisoner to take off her cloak, he suddenly came back watching and waiting anxiously for the girl to remove it.
The girl hesitated and her hands reached her hood. She slowly pulled it back. Everyone gasped, even Arake. Silver hair fell down to her waist. Her eyes were sparkling silver and her skin was pale. Along her cheekbone, was a long scar. Her face was radiant. The girl's lips were set in a straight, firm line. Arake looked on in wonder.
Whispers were sent throught the crowd. One was
"It can't be."
"Can't be what?" One replied.
The king was speechless but shook his head and said,
"I'm still not convinced. You'll have to show us proof."
"But I have none," came her reply.
"Then we shall know if your guilty or not." Arake listened to the audience axchange whispers. He wondered how this girl could make up this kind of stuff. Unless she was right. The king spoke.
"We shall vote guilty or not guilty."
"Guilty?" Arake saw all the hands go up.
"Not guilty." Zero hands went up. It was done.
"Sivernist is is guilty of murder and lies. She will be hanged tomorrow by nightfall."