The Queen stood before the five prisoners on death row, silent and still, dignified and beautiful. Not a piece of fabric rustled. The prisoners were unchained, and already attempting to escape the thin platform surrounded by the piranhas. Around her, all her people watched her in anticipation. A blinding flash of silver, and the Queen was again in the same position before, not a fabric out of place, as the heads of the condemned rolled off the precarious platform and into the dark waters, dinner for hungry fishes with sharp, sharp teeth...
Written by Unnamed Witness No 1. I liked it too much not to post it in my journal. Quite a nice little description. ^^
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