CHAPTER Eight

　　Juliana's POV

　　Light illuminates through a small opening from the wall, brightening the once-dark room. I slowly lifted my throbbing head, my eyes felt heavy as I stared at the walls. Breathing tiredly I swallow the lump in my throat, the silver burns my skin as my whole body hurts me. A cool breeze is entering the room through the opening, I shivered as I freaky feel cold. Standing almost exposed with your whole body chained with a silver band as the cool breeze blows on your bare skin wasn't easy, I bit my mouth to stop the sob from coming out. From the conversation the warriors assigned to torture were having, I heard that tomorrow was my execution. I will be beheaded tomorrow, it frightens me to the core, and my whole hair looks tattered. My body is drenched with blood both dry and fresh.