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by the sun and at the bottom of the ten stairs was a horse and carriage known as a cell hell. For instead of a horse with a carriage it was a horse attached to a square cell much like the one Nick spent the night in, only much smaller. The people of Hentrio coined the name cell hell for the men in the cell are on their way to hell.
    The Refect opened the back where Nick climbed in. He sat down with his arms still handcuffed as the steel gate was shut. The cell hell began to move as the driver whipped the horse. Next stop, the trial hall.
    The only time Nick imagined himself to be mobile on a cell hell he imagined he would be the one driving the criminals, not being tried as one. As the cell hell went through the streets of Vincot, he could look out and see the disappointed faces of his local neighbors. A trail of dust flew from the sandy streets as the cell hell’s wheels spun. Nick looked out and saw children playing, families walking, and farmers watering their crops. A smile was once exchanged between Nick and all of those people, but not this time. No, this time their faces stayed straight and looked at him like they would at a common criminal. Some of them pointed towards Nick to show the people near them who was riding in the cell hell. They all saw him. Nick felt like he was the worst criminal in all of Hentrio in that moment.
    Nick knew he was not a criminal; his actions last night were just. Nick knew he did not need to sit on top of that man and stab him as many times as he did, but he also knew that at that moment he had no control over the fact. His body reacted to an inconceivable event played out in front of his own eyes.
    The cell hell came to a stop. Nick had arrived to the court where he would be tried for murder. The cell opened and Nick stepped down. With the sun beaming down on him Nick looked at the Vincot court building and knew he had to convince the judge of his innocence or pay with his life.
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    It was mid morning by the time Nick had arrived at the court. The Vincot Court building was massive compared to most other buildings in Vincot. It was made wholly of wood, with only a ceramic stone door accompanied by five stone pillars in the front representing the five cities of Hentrio.
    Nick stepped towards the ceramic stone doors accompanied by three Refect. These three worked for the courts and helped to transport criminals to and from the courts.
    The inside was a spectacle to behold. It had tall curved ceilings, massive paintings of old war heroes, statues of kings, and a wooden oak floor that shined. The court house was busy that day. Reza, Paplon, and human beings filled the court house. There were two rooms specified for a murder trial. Nick was escorted towards the door on the right and was told that his trial would take place there. The door on the let had a trial that was currently running and could last all day.
    Nick walked through the lobby with the three Refect. They directed him to a small room near the court room where he was to be tried.
    “Your trial is set for later today,” said one Refect. “Depending on how long the other trials take you may or may not be tried today. You may possibly be back here tomorrow. For now you will sit here and wait until it is time.”
    The Refect that accompany criminals always wore full suits of armor that protected their identities. This was done to prevent any retaliation of criminals who may one day be free again. Nick had been in the company of several Refect since his arrest. Their voice and height were the only things he could distinguish between them.
    The three Refect left the room, and the door was locked, leaving Nick alone. Nick sat down on a chair and leaned his head onto the table before him. It was a small room which was only lit by a few candles. It was a step up from a holding cell, and hell cell. However, it was no picnic.
    He sat there in silence for many hours. He did not know how much time went by since the men left him there. All