No Plagiarism!4u4Wq7zDix78odxko9TIposted 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. 802Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb0oRisbIYL
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. 802Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoEidAMWDWH
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.802Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpEr1aShuad
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."802Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt099gdWvt2
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.802Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBf1YPWNu9O

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