As
Ann busies herself in the Prelate's office, a knock is heard at the door.
"Come in!" says Ann in a somewhat annoyed tone. She had a lot to do and visitors were going to take more time than she cared to give.
A dark-haired sister pops her head in. "There's a group of people here coming to see you, Prelate." she says. "They're from all over and say it's urgent. We've tried to stop them, but they're headed this way. I ran ahead to notify you."
Oh for the love of the Creator, thinks Ann.
Better deal with this quickly.
"I'll be right there."
Ann quickly smoothes her robes and ducks out the door. There were always people demanding to see her. Being Prelate proved to be a more challenging task than she had originally thought. But still, she is happy to do the job.
She doesn't have to wait long before a group of people meet her in the hallway.
"Annalina Aldurren, you have been found guilty of murder and aiding the Imperial Order" says the man at the front. She didn't recognize any of them. Who decided this?
"What? I have done no such thing!" Alarmed, Ann calls her gift. She is ready should they try anything crazy. Or stupid.
"You will come with us now."
Ann continued to stare incredulously at them. How is this even possible? She wasn't going to go, she knew it would be a death sentence for these crimes.
The man leading the group must have seen the flicker of defiance in her eyes as he makes a small hand movement with his right hand. Out from behind the group steps a Mord Sith.
Having the ability to capture magic and use it against their captive, the Mord Sith were the only threat to Ann. But if a Mord Sith was on their side then Richard must have sided with them. He thought these accusations were true as well.
Resigned, she dropped her hands to her sides. She began to walk forward when the Mord Sith met her in the middle. Pulling out her agiel, she places it on the side of Ann's head, making her scream out in pain. She drops to the ground, facing upwards she stares bleakly at the ceiling, tears running down her cheeks. This can't be happening.
"Do it" says the man. "Just get it over with."
With that, the Mord Sith presses her agiel to Ann's heart. The shock and pain was going to make her head explode. She couldn't move, couldn't scream, she just wanted it to end.
And it did.
Dead is FFM, Annalina Aldurren, Prelate of the Sisters of the Light.
Night Deadline 9 AM EST.
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