Sixty-seven

A loud creak filled the air as the heavy wooden gates of the town began to swing open, the sound jarring in the quiet night.

The knights, still holding the prisoners, walked through the opened gates and out into the darkness of the night, following the Countess out of the safety of the wall.

The protesters looked up at the night sky, the stars twinkling high above and their shoulders slumped with the realisation of what was to come.

The knights dragged the exhausted prisoners through the bloody and messy path, slowly trailing behind Jannah who was looking ahead of her.

The protesters' heads hung low as they trudged along, each step a struggle against the heavy weight of the rope that held them in place.

The knights' steps echoed off the hard ground below them as they led the way, their feet pounding a steady rhythm on the ground.