Vaspiira

Prologue The pregnant female stood, bound, before her accusers. Her long blonde hair hung in wild strands around her face, casting it in shadow. There were no tears. She had wept for days in her cell; today she refused to cry. The heavy doors to the courtroom opened once more but she kept her eyes cast downward. She knew who they were bringing in; the rattling of chains accompanied their steps. She heard the boots of twelve guards accompanied by the heavy step of their prisoner. There was a cage ready for him, adorned with runes to keep him bound. T they crafted the bars from a metal only her people had access to. A metal their prisoner was