Thread: Confessions- Forevermischevious/Moon

It had been a long and tiring day. The world was screaming for the death of a servant girl who had attacked the prince, who was loved and cherished by everyone. How could anyone have realized that the servant, or rather the slave, was innocent? And that it was the prince who aught to pay for his crimes? No one could ever have imagined the shock when the woman was declared guilty and was led off the chair to head straight for the executioners table, only to be stopped by one of the most powerful figures in the world. The Mother Confessor . Confessor's where a powerful, rare person who had powers beyond what anyone could ever think of. They could easily force someone to tell only the truth, and inflict someone with a 'condition' that left them helpless to the Confessors will. To the point that they where little more than slaves, eager to do anything their mistress commanded. The mother confessor was the most powerful of all the confessors, and was in charge of the women that she found capable of the powers they held inside of them. She taught, trained, and cared for the young women who had the Gift of the Confessor. The Mother Confessor there, herself could only mean that something was wrong with either the servant girl, or the princes story, because if the Mother confessor herself was there, instead of just a normal Confessor, than that meant that the Mother Confessor had a suspicion that the Prince himself was in trouble with something. The Mother Confessor moved over to the servant girl, no one knew her name, no one cared., but clearly the Mother Confessor did before she gently cupped the girls face in her soft hand. It was easy to tell who the mother Confessor was because of her emerald hair and tattoos on her face. Her eyes a clear crystal blue as they looked into the servant's girls eyes as if trying to look into the girls very soul. Bring me the Prince! the Mother Confessor demanded, and everyone rushed to do as they where told. You, girl, will sit here. the Mother confessor demanded, helping the servant girl to stand and sit on a bench where she could rest in relative peace. No one would hurt her with the Mother Confessor standing right there. The prince was led forward and the Mother Confessor looked at him with her blazing eyes and reached forward touching his forehead with the tip of her perfectly tended nail. He confessed to everything. A single touch and he was spilling the entire story to the world. How he had been abusing the serving girl, how he had been hurting her. Fortunately, only the Mother Confessor could hear him, not that the Prince knew that. Everyone could tell he was blabbering on and on about something that was utterly infuriating the Mother Confessor, but they didn't know what. Such was the magic of a confession. And then, all of a sudden the prince stopped talking and he looked utterly terrified as he looked up at the woman who had made him talk and he trembled before her as she spoke. This time, everyone could hear her. For Your Crimes, you will be whipped. she stated, her eyes and voice furious. and forever more, you will no longer be a prince. You will not inherit these lands, you will never be anything more than a commoner. she stated, accepting the whip from the executioner. Bare your back. she demanded and the prince uttered a terrified sob and took off his shirt. She laid strips across his back, leaving thick red welts that would scar him for life, and he was banished to the farmlands, where one overly kind family offered to take him in and show him how to work a living in the dirt. The Mother Confessor turned to the Servant girl, her eyes soft and warm again. You, Child. Have the Gift. she spoke softly. Tell me your name. she ordered gently, sitting next tot h girl who everyone was looking at with shame in their eyes. They had almost sent an innocent girl to her death. You may call me Lady Arianna. The Mother Confessor promised to the servant girl, well aware that it could be considered an insult to the people around them if the Servant girl wasn't respectful to the Lady Mother. Would you like to come with me? To be an apprentice of mine? To learn the arts, the skills, and the power to be a Confessor, so that none can suffer as you did?