Fanus. The forbidden race. A hybrid of human and animal. So here I am in prison. The trial should be starting soon. Though I already know the answer. Guilty. The forbidden race. I've been stuck in here for years.

A fox fanus. A bright orange tail, ears, elongated canines. That is who I am. The forbidden race. I stare ahead, the bars of this prison, the screams of prisoners being tortured, dead bodies being dragged past me, the whispers of guards.

"Sonya, the fox fanus..."

"Her trial is soon..."

"The forbidden race..."

My enhanced hearing can be both a blessing and a curse. Even though it isn't my true fanus ability. Not that anyone knows about it. My little secret. I'll hold onto it until the end. Which should be soon. My body buried in an unmarked piece of land. The forbidden race. Perhaps my last wish can be to be buried in the forest. Not that I will know if that happens. I'll be dead.

My scraps of cloths I call clothes were once white but now are covered with sweat and grime. Hardly decent, but for a prisoner I guess so. My golden hair has grown down to my knees since there are no demon barber prisoners here. Pity. My arms and legs are all scraped up, and my eyes glassy and glazed with pain.

A couple of guards walk up to my cell. 2 males armed to the teeth with ash weapons and a young female with a simple ash sword. Ash weapons are the only way to kill a fanus. The female opens the cell and one of the males says, "Sonya, the fox fanus. Your trial has arrived. It is time for you to face your punishment." For being born. Yeah, thanks humans.

My shackles clank as I stand up, wobbling. "Well, let's go then." I say softly. The guards blink in surprise. I guess they aren't used to prisoners agreeing to come with them. That's what is different about me I've already come to terms with my fate. The female looks at me with what looks like pity as I'm lead out of my cell. As soon as we leave the the prison I blink rapidly trying to adjust to the sunlight. People are standing there throwing rocks at me and booing. They know the trial is today. Probably all over the news.

The ever elusive 16 year old fox fanus Sonya is going to trial today. One of the last of the forbidden race. Probably something like that. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if they have live coverage.

The a guard gestures to get into a car, but I keep walking. I am not going to spending my last few hours of this world stuck inside cars and courthouses. I see the guards shrug and keep walking with me. The sunshine feels foreign to me. Before I got captured I would bask in it everyday. But, having been shut up in that hole I haven't seen it for a while. In a couple minutes I can see the white gleaming courthouse. It is laughing at me, it knows I will die soon. So I keep walking, walking toward my death.