Elitha never liked the butcher much , but now it was especialy agonising to stare into his piggy eyes, eyes that look everyday apon gore and bloodspill. "So are you taking it or not girl?" This made her jump , she had been thinking about whever the butcher had ever cut open a human , like a peice of beef, the blood dripping, little ruby drops......
but she pushed the thought out of her mind, the butcher shure he wasen't the nicest company, but he wasen't a murder. Shurley.......
"im takin to you girl!" he grunted again , unpleasantly reminding Elitha of a snorting warthog, like the one her father and Sal had once caught in the forest.
Then somthing happend . Elitha's sharp eye was turned to the gates of the village where men were panicking wildly, this didn't intrigue her much ."probably the ale all gone"she smirked , but then she heard a shout , it was Sal! And father! What was wrong ?! She turned back to the butcher for reasureance of what was going on, but his face was contorted with fear . " It's them " he whisperd " run child while you have a chance ! Run for your life!" Elitha just stood there, as the butcher hurriedly stumbled across his feet to run from his stall. By now Elitha was extreamly alarmed, she had never seen the butcher act like that. "Who?!" she screamed helplessly after him . But getting an anser from him was like aking him to volintarily jump into a pit of wingless dragons.
She was at a loss of what to do.
It seemed she was in a diffrent world , this couldnt be happening. The village people were running rampart, screaming, waving their arms their faces twisted with terror. Half of the village was burning shouts of panick were all around, it was as if hell itself had risen from its place. That was when it happend , when she saw it . The men, if you could compare them with anything human that is . They were dark, they wore long black robes that swung as they rode their ruby eyed stallions.It was as if where ever they went , darkness and death left a trail. But the worst part were their faces. They wore masks. Masks of ebony black, so contorted and lifeless that Elitha froze. The mask stared, tearing the world around her, turning it into a nightmare . She felt as if she were falling through a hole, so black, so deep, so sighlent. She thought she would never she light, being wraped in endless darkness.
And then it spoke,its voice like the the voice of a thousand evil spirits howling and screaming . They were screaming at her! She was going to die! she was never going to escape ! She had to tear her glance or hern soul would never rest! And then it broke. Between endless sobs of terrible fear Elitha looked up and saw glorious light. But wait, there was somthing else.......it was father! " Run Elith, run! They have come for you!You must not let them take you!" he shouted in a distressed but weary cry. But she couldnt . She was rooted to the spot,stunned into a never-ending silence. But then everything whent dark again, and quiet. |
Submission Name: The birth of a warrior -1
