Faith blinked, trying to ignore the aching in her head. What mattered most right now is why she couldn’t remember anything, why a bunch of people were staring at her, and why she was in a smooth metal cage dangling over an endless black pit.
“You have been tried and convicted for your crimes against me and my people!” A voice boomed from somewhere near Faith. She looked down, only to see a man dressed in beautiful, yet somehow disturbing, ornate robes. “Plead your case and admit your guilt, and you may be spared a violent death!”
Confusion muddled her mind. What crimes? What people? Violent death? Faith didn’t remember doing anything that might make a religious sect want to bring her vengeance. Unless her twin sister Hope did something again, and they have the wrong person.
“Um, sir, could you please tell me what I did? Because I don’t remember doing anything.”
The man furrowed his brow, staring daggers into Faith. “How dare you lie to us, you heathen! Repent and admit your guilt!”
“I’m already convicted, right? So why don’t you kill me already?” Despite her muscles screaming in protest, Faith stood up and walked to the edge of the cage she was in. Her head pounded, threatening to give out and render her unconscious. “And you probably don’t know I have a bunch of twins too, right? What if you have the wrong person and I’m innocent? Are you willing to kill an innocent person?”
Faith was surprised by how smooth the lie was. She just hoped that this lie would buy her enough time to figure out how to get out of the cage–if there was a way in, there was a way out–and escape.
Uh, they’re not going to kill her immediately, right?