Throne (2)
The streets of Ezealyra are dreary that morning. A cold wind is gusting by and there is a frostiness in the air. It snowed last night, filling the roads with snow. An icy glacier has formed in the main street where hundreds of people have gathered on both sides of the road.
They are all standing behind a steel barricade, many of them crying loudly. Women and children are holding out their hands as if trying to reach someone but the barricades stop them from crossing over.
“NO!” One woman shrieks. “Don’t take ‘im! Don’t take my husband-”
“Shut up!” A soldier roars and hits her with the back of his bayonet. The woman is weeping hard like the others who are in the same dilemma. Men of all ages are being lined on the road, dragged by the Ezealyran soldiers. They are tied in metal chains to prevent them from escaping.