"The Grandest Execution"

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The next day was the fateful day of Owen's execution. It was noontime, and the sun rose to the very top of the skies. As Owen's body was tied to a thick pole of wood in the middle of the plaza's stage, he felt like charcoal as his skin got torched by the strong rays of light. A few minutes after he was presented like a barbecue on a stick, the crowd rapidly thickened.

Owen, being a proud person in nature, had been anxious that he would be tortured in the dungeon, but none of the knights attempted to do it. Perhaps it was because he was a Clan Leader, or because he was a part of the royal family? Although, his temporary stay in the dungeon should have been better if not for the crazy rebel who mocked his capture and laughed at him like a madman.