Traitor Revealed, Fate Strikes

Plotline: Main

Type: Society

In fact, security was more secure than I would have liked it. I was scratching a point that itched even after a double bath (hard enough to scrape off skin flakes), and "protecting" Kismet at some kind of poetry contest.

The guards had surrounded the pavilion, and came in all four sides at once. Clearly, they had Systems that allowed them to be in multiple groups at once, or perhaps one of them had Officer levels to group multiple squads. They surrounded me, threw a wrists only pillory at my feet.

"Put it on, traitor." one of them said.

"I am not under your command, honored sir. Also, I am not a traitor, to my knowledge."

"It's him." a thin girl said. "I see it in my reticule. He is a shapeshifter."

I shrugged. "I am a shapeshifter; I also swore my oaths as every other attendee did."

"Gong?" one of the sergeants asked a male soldier.