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[color=8A3A3A]Location[/color]:The Athletic Arena
[color=8A3A3A]Time[/color]: 11am
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The stands in the arena were not filled to the brim but were adequately occupied. The flags waved with the breeze, the flapping an ironically peaceful background noise to what would soon be a violent spectacle. The sandy arena would act as a stage for the play that was to come. Usually, the King and Queen had attended executions, but today it seemed they had other plans. 

It wasn't like Cameron Nesworth was anyone important. They trusted their guards to carry out the execution efficiently. Never had a Sorian execution failed after all. 

A hush grew over the spectators as the figure began to emerge from the gateway, flanked on each side by a guard. They had a hold of each of his arms, but they had not needed to drag him. His countenance was something to behold as the sun illuminated his appearance. The man had messy tawny hair and was obviously at least into his thirties. He had one blue eye while the other was obviously struck blind. A scar ran through the blind eye. Even the facial hair could not hide the frown on his lips. The brows were furrowed. He was angry. 

Whispers could be heard from various parts of the crowd. No one quite recognized him. 

[color=#F1948A]"Is he even from Sorian?"[/color]

[color=#EC7063]"Who is that?"[/color]

[color=#F5B7B1]"How are they going to execute him?"[/color][/color]