Chapter 1 - Mosaic
Judge Risedo stood silently in the calmest spot he thought possible, staring through the colourful stained glass washed out by the rain, however did not feel at peace. The sound of the raindrops smashing the glass and rolling slowly down the frame seemed too distant to the judge. He could hear only his breaths, growing louder as his mind filled with thought, he felt cold running down his weakened spine. The judge was no longer young nor energetic - age had carved wrinkles along his dry forehead and around his dark green eyes. Still, his mind was clear - and his passion for life, moreover justice had never faded. He was a determined man; a man of power. He never showed anxiousness which had taken root deep in his heart.
The overcoming feelings of a rather negative nature were fortunately, brutally interrupted. The door behind Risedo flew open with enough energy to bounce back off the wall near it. A young man stormed inside, yet abruptly stopped at the sight of Risedo. For a brief moment, silence ensued. Risedo turned around, glancing down the stone steps, unwilling to look him in the eye. The young man stared upwards, breathing heavily after a long run. Eventually, when the power of speech returned to him, he announced:
‘‘Mister Lurse faced the firing squad today at ten am.’’
The man awaited a reaction from the judge; he got none.
‘‘Out of the eleven guns, all had malfunctioned.’’ - he spoke again, notes of annoyance bouncing off every syllable.
The judge finally replied - his voice hoarse and low, yet somehow calming:
‘‘Stop there. You never know who might be listening.’’
‘‘So what - let them hear!’’
The man’s fists were clenched and lips pressed together in anger - he was flaming; furious at yet another failure. Risedo knew the man didn’t mean one courageous word he said, yet he knew argument was futile. The fair judge still responded calmly, again:
‘‘Renjin, it’s over now. We can’t do much more.’’
The man’s arms flew upwards, his helplessness hiding behind fury.
‘‘You say this every time, Risedo. Every damn time.’’
He took a couple of steps forward, suddenly realising how shaky his knees were.
‘‘We were so close... We got him sentenced!’’
Renjin fell silent, lost for words. The judge was looking at him from above, and seeing him feel broken yet again, as if for the first time. Renjin was not yet an adult, but he certainly was no longer a child, even if he often acted as one. His dark, brown hair was always disheveled but clean, falling over his sparkling blue eyes, now wide open with anger. He had been running to the Temple in the rain; his clothes were soaked and clinging to his olive skin. Droplets from his hands and hair formed little puddles on the stone floor of the temple, he shivered but did not move. He breathed in slowly, collecting all his fierce emotions and concealing them as hard as he could. But there comes a time when one cannot bare to stand defeated. He grabbed at the middle buttons of his soaking, blue trenchcoat, and shook the water off violently. Risedo began to step down the stairs, the light from the coloured glass illuminating his path. The echo of his footsteps flew along the walls, fading away into the dark corners of the building. The judge smiled faintly, gesturing Renjin to follow him:
‘‘Let’s go. We should rest.’’
They were now at the same level, able to align their glances. Still, Renjin did not react to the invitation to leave. Instead, he spilled his thoughts again, his voice growing louder with each word:
‘‘Don’t try to ignore this! We always stop halfway. How about this time we don’t back down?!’’
Risedo froze in place. It would be naive to say he had not expected this, however he did not think it would happen so quickly. There was no stopping Renjin now - once he made a decision, nothing could ever change his mind. Risedo knew that full well, yet still tried to convince the man otherwise:
‘‘But we have to stop here. We did what we could.’’
‘‘How do you know that?’’
Renjin brushed back his hair, and sighed.
‘‘You think I want too much, but you do too little. I don’t understand your strategy: try to serve justice any way you can, but forget all about it when something’s in the way?’’
‘‘It’s not that simple, RJ. It’s really not.’’
Risedo’s voice had also begun to grow irritated. Renjin shook his head a little, and shoved his hands into his pockets, probably the driest spot on his outfit. He glanced down, watching the water spread into streams from his coat. He knew better than to argue with a judge, but never really stopped trying. The judge could always see consequences of actions, and his every step was careful, unlike the ambitious, seemingly fearless young man.
‘‘Forgive me, your honour. It was a stupid idea to try and fight injustice.’’
Risedo lowered his head, and closed his eyes, crossing his arms. He always did so when he wished to halt the conversation and refuse to argue further. This time, however it wasn’t because of Renjin’s impulsive behaviour, but rather because Risedo couldn’t think of anything to reply with either. Renjin, as always, took it as a sign to leave.
‘‘See you back at the Hall.’’
‘‘Sure. Take care.’’
He took only a couple of steps away from the abandoned Temple, only to be met with freezing raindrops slicing across his face. The young man tried to hide any exposed skin behind fabric, but the rain seemed to get through anyway. All he saw were outlines of nearby buildings, only visible thanks to being a shade of grey darker than the world around him. His immediate reaction was to seek shelter, but the rough walls provided little relief. Still, he leaned onto the side of a building, slowly sinking down. He felt suddenly exhausted and helpless inside the storm, disorientated and lost of hope. Unvoluntarily, he reminded himself of the time when he thought the judge’s goals were impossible to achieve, however now he had so much faith in his ideology that each failure hit harder than the last. RJ knew that he was still largely useless without the judge’s guidance - all his life up to that point he had been following orders. He always had been obedient to someone, and that did not worry him until he found that his evolving personal opinions collided with the orders he was given. For the past few months, a conflict began to evolve between what he was meant to do and what he wanted to do. His decisiveness was stronger each day, but his inability to stand his ground made him only more anxious and frustrated. He longed for change, but felt unable to make it happen. Often enough, he’d feel insignificant and a creature without free will. Renjin felt the ground slip beneath his feet, felt himself losing control of his speech, and his anger.
He breathed deeply to calm himself, even if the cold air stung his lungs, and came through his mouth white, like smoke. Slowly, he rose to his feet and carefully glanced round the corner. By that time, he had already shut off his negative thoughts, and prioritized his escape into a place somewhat warmer and drier. He was grabbing onto his coat as he walked, his hands almost completely numb. Looking forward was quite problematic, but it wasn’t necessary since Renjin knew the streets by heart. He passed antique buildings, with handmade wood carvings on their facades, the gold invisible in the bleak air. He stepped over identical squared patterns on the pavement, turning his back to the amazingly beautiful Temple. In daylight, its roof shined gold, vines swirling round the carved white marble columns, magnificent statues decorating the stairs, daylight flowing through colourful mozaic glass. Now, the ancient town was in a deep sleep, hiding away from the violent storm. Renjin raced along the streets, exiting the antique sector of the city through the grand redwood gates, and headed down yet another familiar road to the Justice Hall.
PS. Thanks for taking the time to read;) All comments and reviews appreciated.
Chapter 2 will be up as soon as I edit this one a little;)
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