Ember-rain gazed to the group around her. Hundreds of cats, staring at her as she stood on the Execution Platform.

She'd always knew one day she would end up here, in her short twelve moons of life, she knew the cats before her would look on with hatred.

This was her last and final chance to try and change their views...

"Children of the Kings, listen to me! My name is Ember-rain of the Clan of Raylux. I come in the name of my ancestor, in hopes you heed my plea. Raylux meant no harm when she came to Robin, Ignis, Wix, and Arctic. She had only wished to join their rankings, and rule along side them with a season of her own!"

"Kill the devil!" Shouted a cat.

"Hang her so the Kings may see!" Cried another.

"Raylux only wanted to be with them, don't you understand! She couldn't help being born with the Season of Eternal Night!"

"Place her head on a stake!" Yowled a cat from the Clan of Ignis.

"Take her tongue out so she can't beg to the Kings for mercy!" Roared a cat from the Clan of Arctic.

Ember-rain stepped back from the ledge, looking at the cats below her with fearful violet eyes. Her ginger fur bristled slightly. Two cats shoved her forward, closer to the edge of the small cliff.

"Please, you must listen. We are just like you, we are living, feeling cats. We breath the same air as you, drink the same water, we both say 'I love you' to cats who we hold dear. Our ancestry shouldn't matter!"

"May Ignis swallow her in his flames!"

"May Robin make her barren!"

"May Wix make a branch fall on her in her sleep!"

"May Arctic starve her during his wrath!"

Ember-rain froze as the cats around her shouted curses and threats. The Executioner and Saint came and stood beside the ginger tabby she-cat

The Saint's clouded eyes looked up to the sky, his black and white fur clean and smooth. The wind blew, the night sky's clouds rolled and floated along a little faster it seemed like. In a slow, low voice, the Saint spoke.

"Wix, the King of Fall, has spoken. This she-cat holds the blood of Raylux in her veins. She is a cursed cat to all those who follow our mighty Kings... death will be painful, but short for you, she-cat."

Ember-rain couldn't move, like a spell had been placed upon her. Her eyes looked up, stars twinkling brightly.

'Don't worry, my dear, I'll guide you to the Afterlife before they do' they said, the moon's face shining down with a comforting rays.

"Raylux..."

The Executioner reached down, grabbing a vine of ivy from the ground, wrapping it around Ember-rain's neck. With a tug, the ivy became a noose.

"Ember-rain of the Clan of Raylux, any last words?" He asked, tying the other end around the end of the rock.

Ember-rain looked down, her claws gripping the ground.
  
  
"May you see the error of your ways..."
  
 

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