On Trial

Unfortunately for you, your screams fail to cure you of your dog-like disposition. Instead, they attract attention from the local denizens. Many men, citizens of Corinth, gather around, bewildered by your appearance.

One of them approaches you. He speaks, "By Apollo, lord of the silver bow, Zeus' son, what is this monstrosity before us? Such a wicked creature to walk the earth, amongst us mortal men has no place! People of Corinth, it is time to gather and decide the fate of this entity" - he points at you - "and choose his fate in our fair city."

He looks at you. "How do you explain yourself, foul beast?"

Written by Myrd

Skidatled past mistake.

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