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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
Their lives had been simple and complete. They were the people of this land, the ones that had lived and thrived in this cruel country for generations. Now, all that was being threatened. These new people from the great sea were pouring into their lands, destroying what was theirs, and taking their people away. It was a dark time, a time of danger and deceit. No one, not even the most skilled of the warriors, was safe from them. They came in numbers that had never been seen before. They brought strange animals with them that did their bidding, and they had strange weapons. On that day, so many years ago, their lives were about to change. Before dawn, their tiny village was attacked. Alian heard the cries before she saw the battle. Quickly, the girl of only 14 woke her family. She stared in horror as her father ran from their hut, towards the danger. Her mother and brother shrank back into a corner, beckoning her to come to them. She could not though. Her father was in danger, and she could not stand by helplessly. Grabbing a knife, she ran from the hut. Hearing the screams and anguishing cries from her mother and brother, she only ran faster. She was doing the right thing. Suddenly, she saw it. The village was burning. Men on horses rode through the camp, throwing sticks of fire onto their homes. The straw quickly caught fire burned to the ground. She froze instantly. Her heart pounded and threatened to leap out of her chest, and her legs froze, refusing to move. Why were these strange men doing this to her village? What had they done to them? The questions shot through her mind, but no answers came. She regained mobility and ran from the village square. In one of the dark corners of the village, she saw a man that was running from hut to hut, setting them on fire. Most were empty, but as he lit the last one on fire, she heard a scream of terror as the roof began to flame. As the man left, she knew she had to do something. The scream belonged to a baby trapped inside. Quickly she ran into the hut. The roof was burning, and the smoke was heavy inside. Looking quickly around the room, she spotted the baby in his basket. She ran to him and took him from it. By now the walls had also caught fire, and the roof was starting to cave in. She ran to the door, but part of the roof collapsed in front of her. She was now trapped inside. Looking around in terror she spotted a small window. She could not get out of it with the child in her arms. Thinking quickly, she took another small basket, she placed him inside of it and dropped him out, giving a small cry as he hit the ground. Instantly she was out the window as well, carrying him from the village. She knew the mother of the child, and knew she was probably already dead. She ran. The village was located on the edge of the forest. Into the forest she ran, never looking back. In her arms she could feel the heart beat of the scared baby. He started screaming suddenly. Trying to quiet him as they moved through the woods, her heart sank. She did not know how many of the people in her tiny village had surivived. The closest sister village was two days away. She wasn't sure she could make the journey with a small baby. Feeling she was far enough away from the danger, she found a small area of bushes and crawled underneath them. Putting the boy on a soft area of moss, she laid down and began to cry. Her mother, father, and little brother were back there. Were they alive? Were they hurt? The tears streamed down her face. The baby had quieted himself down and was now sleeping quietly. He would never remember this night. The images of death and destruction would never be known to his heart and mind. She would see them everywhere though. Her mind finally let her sleep. In her dreams she saw men coming out of the darkness and burning her home, torturing her, and showing no mercy. At dawn she awoke from her nightmares and realized that they were true. The baby was waking now, and began to cry. He was hungry. Alian peered out of the bushes and saw nothing. Taking the child up in her arms, she crawled cautiously from the bushes and looked around. Still nothing. Hunger pains knotted in her stomach, and she looked around for something to eat. Across the clearing, she saw a berry bush. Walking over, she picked a few and ate them. Then she gave some to the child, who she decided to call Ixphy. She bean to relax, eating the berries and feeding Ixphy. Suddenly, she heard a snap behind her. Her head shot around, and standing in front of her she saw one of the village boys. Beginning to cry, she ran to him. Hugging him, he told her of how she had ran from the village and rescued the child. She was shaking now. The young man, whose name was Tolian, comforted her and told her of the destruction of the village. Few people had survived the raid. He was the only one able to make the journey to the nearest village for help. Quickly she decided that she would go with him. Together, the three moved through the forest towards help. These strange people had come into their land and destroyed their lives. Little did they know that by the time help would arrive back at the village, it would be too late. They were the only three to survive the raid on their homes. When must it be so much, that people know they've done too much? When do people realize that they've caused too much hurt? When will people learn to respect each others differences? The answer lies deep in each heart and mind of each human. It is up to us to make a difference. "The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper." Eden Phillpotts *Cassandra Roseen* |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
quote: They never do, mainly because they don't want to admit what they've done is wrong, or because they simply don't want to see it. Very nicely done, DE. Elizabeth I'm grabbing my hat and coat I'm leaving the cat a note Quick call me a ferry boat-getting out of town! |
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