Sentanced

“The Fate Zone? You know we have never enforced that law. This is not our way. Our way is love and compassion, we don’t turn away those who need our help.”

“Do I really need to remind the Council just what happened last time, when someone questioned the use of that law.” Salvat Spoan gestured to the other Council members.

The long rows of members nodded, some with despair--others, with anger. Salvat Spoan held the Council in his icy gaze, making them squirm. A few people scratched their itchy white wigs. You could see traces of people’s hair peeking out from under their wigs. Blues, greens, reds, with other just as crazy colors.

But Salvat Spoan was not done speaking. “And I certainly don’t need to remind you Kakna Kastar. Since it was your grandfather who questioned it.”

Murmurs rose from the crowd. Everyone thought back to that time when Kalvet Kastar first spoke against the law. He had some fine points and objections about it, that was for sure. But the way he went about voicing them. Was completely wrong.

He spoke loud and angrily. He yelled to the presiding overseer just everything he thought was wrong about the law.

The presiding overseer tried to speak over Kalvet Kastar’s objections but it was no use. Other people began agreeing with Kalvet Kastar’s thinking, speaking out about what they thought was wrong about the Council. The Council wasn’t perfect, so people had plenty to talk about.

All the yelling and screaming wasn’t helped by the Mechs the presiding overseer had called in. It only added coal to the fire. The people thought the overseer was trying to silence them. Not letting their voice to be heard.

He encited a riot.

“What happened with my grandfather was unfortunate,” Kakna Kastar began, “But I--”

“Unfortunate?” Salvat Spoan cut in, “You call a mob unfortunate? You call seven injured and two dead, unfortunate?

“I call it a mistake,” Kakna Kastar responded, with the same amount of fire in her voice as was in Salvat Spoan’s.

“Enough.”

The word wasn’t shouted, but spoken in a voice that silenced all others.

The current presiding officer had finally joined the debate.

“The punishment must fit the crime, correct?” he asked the feuding pair.

Kakna Kastar knew she was losing the battle at that moment. “Yes,” she responded, eyes cast downward.

“They are not our people, they cannot benefit us in any way, and they would be nothing more than a drain on our resources. If they refuse to go back from which they came, there is only one place for them now.”

He fixed Kakna Kastar with a steely glance. “I sentence them to the Fate Zone. May God have mercy on their souls.”

*I was going through some old stories and found this. Hope you liked it. Don't judge too harshly, I was probably thirteen when I wrote this lol*