Literature
The trial
“May the werewolf come” the magistrate exclaimed.
I was there. In front of every commander of that town.
I, a farmer, imprisoned and thought as a werewolf. Two knights were transporting me in that very room.
It was big, full of chairs and people. Those people were looking at me, much like to ask me to disappear.
I could feel a unhospitable climax there. Everyone was ready for the quick process this city offers.
“After all the crimes you have committed, that comes from shapeshifting, witchcraft, satanism, homicide, I declare you guilty of being a werewolf, a man-beast, one with no soul… and as such we will re-send yo