He walked slowly through the divided crowd, hooves all chained up. The two guards on each side of him held spears, ready to attack him if needed. But he didn't care. He had gone through his life, twisted and turned it to fit his mind. He was ready to die. And Clocky? He was gone. Still, Karl wouldn't simply die. He had become the heir of The 43rd Clockmaker, he had everything now. His face was enshrouded in darkness as he walked and thought about what he would do. He had one last escape. One last thing he had to say to the crowd, something that would probably not change the way the world looked upon him, but would give ponies a goal to strive for. His chains dragged against the floor, rattling like he was a prisoner. He looked infront of him, watching the tower upon which they would end his life upon. Clocky watched as his loyal servant was being dragged towards the wooden tower. "Sad. But now i have to get another one. Or maybe i can get several? That would create a bigger sense of balance if they could stop the current flow of worlds being created." He turned around and started walking to the edge of the building. As soon as he hit the edge, he fell into thousands of crystals, all plummeting down towards the ground.
Tyro had put on a black tie. He wasn't entirely sure about standing here, watching all this. He was probably the only one here that knew that they had condemed a manufactured killer. Karl was programmed to kill things, right? Why hasn't he mentioned that or done something? Come to think about it; why did he care? Karl's going to die, end of. Although, you'd have thought Clocky would have sprung his number one servant, by now...Or was this part of the plan? He looks over the crowd. They weren't necessarily here to see Karl die. They were to watch the first execution for 20 years.
