The door opened and white light came covering their face and decreasing their visibility.
The noises which were coming suddenly become quiet.
Silence spread~
At front of him.
Towering pillars rose like a silent giants, their surface carved with ancient runes that glowed faintly, as if watching. At the far end stood a raised platform~ high, imposing~ where six elders sat in a perfect semicircle. Their faces were hidden beneath deep hoods, but their presence alone pressed down on the room like an invisible weight.
It was like a courtroom but not a ordinary one.
This was a judgement.
Judgement on the future of curse child.
A low murmur spread through the gathered crowd lining the sides of the hall. Nobles, scholars, guards... all whispering.
"...That him?" "The curse child..." "They say he is the one who killed the strongest Knightwarrior, Archeon Valtheiron..."
Among the crowd, there was other warden of wisdom like Lisa and the stern one sitting at the special sit~ at the front.
The two guards and Draves enter carrying blindfold Kira and whispered into his ears.
"Don't worry"
Draves put him on the ground softly and went towards his seat. ~ at the front with other warden of wisdoms.
One of the guards removed his blindfolded and stood behind him.
Kira head hung low at first, but slowly he lifted his graze.
His eyes met the six elders.
Each elder sat motionless, like statue carved from time itself. One held a staff crowned with a dim crystal. Another rested both hands on a blade laid across their lap. The centre elder leaned forward ever so slightly...
And when they spoke~
The entire hall becomes silent.
"Bring the accused forward"
The voice was neither harsh nor loud, but it echoed through every corner of the chamber, as if the walls themselves obeyed.
The two guards behind him~ force him to his knees.
Then~
"State your name", The elder commanded.
The Kira hesitated.
Behind him whisper returned, shraper this time.
"Curse child..." "Monster..." " He shouldn't be alive"
His finger clenched.
It was clear that everyone hates him and the punishment for his crime which he had commited unitentinally is death.
The voice came out weak...It did not break.
"...My name is Kira"
A rippled moved through the six elders.
Not shock.
Not anger.
Something else.
It was like, they knew something dangerous.
None of the elders spoke but their were thinking similar.
Curse child.
A myth.
A legend of a boy who saved the world from the devils but died due to sudden ambush of the witches.
They were silent.
Only sound which was echoing through the trial room was the whispers of the crowd.
Suddenly one of the elders spoke up.
"Shall we begin the trials"
And the trial of curse one begins.