Status: Completed hopefully with a sequel coming... Maybe
Blood Thirsty Times
Awakening to what should of been a dream.
When I finally woke, I could hear muffled, gruff voices. I sat up and winced at my pain. I took a look at my slashed shoulder, the lacerate was massive, but it had clotted with thick bloody lumps. I don't know how long I was unconscious for, but a pool of my own blood had soaked up my peasant boy clothes and the ground.
The man who hit me spoke. “ Alright boy, what are you doing out here? This is no place for a lad like you! What's your name? 'Ow old are you?”
His voice was deep, it was terrifying to listen too, it struck fear into my heart.
“Ah, you're a quiet one! Well, whether you talk or not! Tonight, you shall be sacrificed to the heavens! We need good crops for the summer!”
“You're going to kill me?” I managed to splutter through my pain.
“Yes, boy! We are.” Was the scary man's gruff reply.
He picked me up, ignoring my yelp of pain and flung me over his tense shoulder. The three men then took me into the village in silence.
The man who hit me spoke. “ Alright boy, what are you doing out here? This is no place for a lad like you! What's your name? 'Ow old are you?”
His voice was deep, it was terrifying to listen too, it struck fear into my heart.
“Ah, you're a quiet one! Well, whether you talk or not! Tonight, you shall be sacrificed to the heavens! We need good crops for the summer!”
“You're going to kill me?” I managed to splutter through my pain.
“Yes, boy! We are.” Was the scary man's gruff reply.
He picked me up, ignoring my yelp of pain and flung me over his tense shoulder. The three men then took me into the village in silence.