No Plagiarism!twOJd0MRUQLObG7W0Tjvposted on PＥNAＮＡ At first, Aris had felt fearful. Mostly, in part because of confusion. Now he stood shackeled before the maze entrance, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. To what justice would this serve?. He didn't murder his friend, especially not Tarishtin. Out of all the trial options, Aris chose this one. 655Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFBFKvrqsen
The murder had no witnesses, at least honest ones, and he wasn't good enough to fight Krampous and live. The maze was the last choice, the only choice. 655Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdS4mjTgGXt
The tall gate to the maze loomed above him. He understood now why they called it the Weeping Gate. The wails of his mother and younger sisters reached him. Aris hung his head low on his chest, refusing to turn around. He would accept this fate without fear or crying. He would face it bravely even if it meant his end.655Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSQ8ThCGwUF
The Constable said something, most likely about the accusations against him. The guard nearest to him, grabbed him by the arm, while the other unlocked the chains. "Don't try anything with me, pretty boy."655Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxvWGsorOd0
He had no desire to respond. Once unshackled, the Weeping Gate opened. He was unceremoniously thrown through the narrow opening onto the cold, hard earth. He stared a moment at the supplies given. He quickly bound the armor over his tattered linen tunic, tied the sword around his waist, looped the rope around his shoulders, and grabbed the haversack of food before disappearing into the overgrown path, not once looking back.655Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmq6gKlFfWR

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