Home…
Faerwald liked an idea of home.
Could he too, after this tedious journey, find somewhere to call home?
How he wished.
After minutes of time consuming conversations, both the doctor and Arks settled down to sleep, trying to regain energy for their long departure ahead. Faerwald, however, continued to think. Despite the medication, he could still faintly hear the remiences of his fears speaking to him. His mind began to spark, holding his head in his hands, beginning to rock back and forth. His vision blurred, and suddenly- the environment around him changed. He changed. He was suddenly in a courtroom, blood dripping down his face. His friends were sitting in stands, with blank expressions. Even Avalon looked down at him with disgust.
“Mr.Delrosa.” a deep, stern voice called to him. He glanced to …show more content…
“Where were you the night your sister, Peren Delarosa, was found murdered?”
“Sleeping, sir. Dorian was staying over t-too.”
“Thats not what the defendant claims. He said you were agitated about something.”
“Well, Y-Yessir. I knew what he was going to do.”
“And what was that?”
“Kill my sister.”
“And, how exactly did you know?”
“I could hear him think. He was planning the whole thing all night.”
The courtroom murmured softly, making him highly uncomfortable. He didn’t like talking already- and this was making him very very uneasy.
“You.. heard him think.”
“Yessir.”
“Mr.Delarosa. We found the murder weapon under your bed, with your prints on it. We also found immense amounts of your sister’s blood on your sheets and bloodied footprints that matched your shoes leading back to your room.”
The atmosphere was getting incredibly