Maybe this can help my boredom!


Cursing and screaming, I chased after them. They ran, at what seemed like the speed of light…not from me, but past me. As if I wasn’t even there. Running with strong intent, they slaughtered all that stood in there way. Men, women and children all fell to there feet. Well that’s not entirely true. They were cut down… they were massacred. Women were sliced along their jaws, noses, eyes…their head crumbling and sliding down as two bloody pieces. As children tried to piece together the bloody and twisted faces of mothers and fathers, they too were killed. Children impaled threw the neck as a price for mourning. Men, who stood to fight with honour, were trampled to death by the horses upon which the dark knights rode. Fathers, brothers knocked to one side, as if they meant nothing. They weren’t given a chance to defend the land which they had lived off and nurtured for thousands of years. These dark ones weren’t worthy to be called ‘knights’. Just killers… merciless killers. Not many children were left alive. I was one of the lucky ones. Back then though…I didn’t feel lucky. I felt pain. I felt loss. I just wanted to scream out my father and mothers name. I wanted to have them take me up in there arms and tell me I’d be alright. With a spear in my father’s throat, and no sign of my mother, the likelihood of that dropped.

I had grown since then. The events had stayed with me, and who can blame me…but I learned to live with them. I was now the age of 18. The ‘good old age to start you on the farm…your farm’ my dad used to say. I was due to inherit the family farm after my father had ‘passed his time’ and I was to take care of him and mother as they lived a leisurely life. The inheritance had come to me sooner than expected considering the past events, and I had been an avid worker since I’d turned 12. The whole farm was mine.
I didnt talk to many people. I didnt see why I had to associate myself with them. People werent...comforting to me. They say a room of people can share you pain and help you heal. 'Lies'. I was a worker. I didnt need anybody right now.