“I am no different from any of you, I have only used your power against you. Raise your own hand if you have never influenced or encouraged someone? Who has not been selective in the truth’s they’ve told or not told? Who has not embellished or downplayed themselves or their involvement? Who does not bend the course of history where he can to benefit himself and his own?”
Thus, the King’s advisor began his defense. The courtroom was packed with the noblemen and women who had been played like a messy game of chess, if you played both sides and could exchange one piece for another whenever you chose.
“The difference between me and you is who I consider my people and who you consider yours. I will not repent, for those who watch on from places of power owe that power to me and those of you who have lost that place never deserved it.”
We watched from our hiding places behind false walls and ceiling beams. The accused was an interloper charged with high treason. The verdict would be guilty, and the rich would get their hanging. They’d known that even before the trial began, or they thought they knew it. He knew it too but he also knew the truth.
This was all according to plan and the elite played into our hands. They would want to hear his story first and he’d been instructed to spare no detail. We need time to get into position. Soon there would be death but it would not be our mans’s.
“I alone have made every man here who he is and I alone have proven my love for this country.” The crowd drew a breath, if his fate hadn’t been sealed already it surely was now.
“I’ll confess my conspiracies and you will judge me wrongly in the end. I will prove that what I did was not just for the good of myself but for the good of the people. I will tell you your wrongs and I will die for it too. I pray the people see what has happened here. I pray they rise up over you like a high tide made of death and blood. I curse you all and prophesize an end to your .”
The man they accused now was one of our own, the poor, the destitute. We’d put him into power and they thought by hanging our man they would keep us at bay.
They had no idea we were almost at their throats. They had no idea the this was the day the rebellion would begin and we had no intention of first blood coming from our side. There would be no hanging today, but there would be plenty of death.
Author’s note: The plan for this challenge was to post small pieces of fiction that read more like excerpts rather than stories with a true beginning, middle, and end. I think instead, these have turned into something in between, some more, some less. Please bear with me, these are my first attempts at writing fiction. You can find them all under my AtoZ2016 tag.
Featured image by Ilya Repin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons