Deception

I was a young kid when I first heard murder of our mayor in our tiny village. Everyone was shaken and it was chaos. The whole village gathered to find the culprit. Instead they started pointing at each other. Turns out the mayor had lot of enemies. He fought with every other person in the village. To resolve this issue. They went to the church for justice.

Saint Phillips church was the only church which provided justice and gave protection for the entire village. That is why the people often went seeking justice there instead of nearby police station.

The church itself consisted at the end. With broken walls and poor lighting and with an old father and few servants. Though the church had bad infrastructure it was huge. Not only that but the history of it came with forefathers. It gave life and death. It bought distress as well as protected people from calamaties.

The villagers rushed there and rang the tiny bell.

A man appeared in white robe, his face etched with wrinkles. He was healthy enough to not to slouch.

Father Joseph upon hearing there pleas. Closed his eyes and pointed his finger at a man. He was short with curly hair.

"he is the murderer!" he announced.

The villagers gathered around the man angrily. The man was shaking. He lowered his head in shame. And asked for mercy tears falling from his eyes.

Not one doubted father's decision. After all he was born with special gift for seeing the unseen. Father's judgment was never wrong he proved it countless times.

I watched silently as the man begged father to give him another chance.

Father Joseph looked at him and then at me. He signalled me to come forward. With shaking legs I stood beside him. I looked up at the people before me. Some held sympathy in their eyes and some were boiling with rage.

" he killed this young boy's father. Now Roman will decide the punishment for his father's murderer. "

The rest of the villagers were disappointed. Yet some nodded with understanding.

I held no emotion that day. I did not cry nor I felt the urge too. It was just another day for me.

I looked at my father's murderer he sighed with relief. Well what could a twelve year old boy give any sort of punishment.

My mother always taught me about forgiving. Even the terrible Crimes. That only landed her under the six foot ground.

The sky was clear blue. Neither a bird chirped nor an animal sounded. It felt as if time itself stopped awaiting my decision.

The next few seconds changed everything.

I uttered a single word, the word which wiped the grin From the man's face and a loud gasp from the villagers and the fate started planning to bring me the exact situation I am in now.

"behead "

And that was my first murder.