After the Trial

After the trial we were carried back to the dark room. This time it felt even darker than before. I couldn't even see my own hands. They left us there for a while. They left us there to stew in our own fears and anxieties about our upcoming doom. One way for us to put a positive spin on our isolation was for us to carefully craft an escape plan. We started doing that, but then the topic of escape quickly turned into remembrances of our previous adventures. We retold and relived climbing mountains, talking to witches, and riding falcons. We were laughing and smiling. Before we knew it, we weren't even telling stories anymore. We were merely cracking jokes, but we didn't care. We were having a wonderful time. Ironically it was the most free either of us had felt in a long time, and then we heard the metal door swing open. We remembered exactly where we were and the fate that awaited us.