" On your knees!"
" Please sir, my family doesn't have no one to depend on, give us more time we just need more time.........." The woman begged on her knees with tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.
Little had young Abishag acknowledged her surroundings but seeing her mother on the ground and watery things coming from her eyes while her baba was laying with chains on his hands, what was happening? she thought feeling something in her chest but didn't know what it was as she sat on the corner watching.
The Captain kicked the woman away angrily as he couldn't bear to take any more of her wailing and begging, " Move!" he said in an emotionless voice kicking the man towards the door and gave orders for his men to arrest him.
With a loud thump! The mother had hit the ground with her face, agonizing cries made their way through her lips as blood trickled down her nose and small scratches around her face.
As the guardsmen took the men and marched out, the Captain of the guards had spit on the ground and gave a kick to the broken pan that lay by the door and made his way out.
" ow!" was the last thing that the girl said before passing out as the pan hit her on her head, leaving an open wound, and blood gushed out.
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" Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!"
fire had engulfed everything in its path melted the gold from the walls of the temple, dressed in despair and anguish the young prince was running trying to figure out what he was supposed to do and what was happening all around he'd heard screams from every angle of the temple.
smoke and dark clouds erupted from all around the place and much of it the little prince inhaled it, coughing and sneezing as he run, the young successor saw a small light but a deep feeling clouded his mind and everything went black.
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The warrior King
Historical FictionAll he ever knew could be gone in seconds if not with the blink of an eye as the attack on Jerusalem continued to be destroyed and burned to ashes, just like that fires roamed left and right claiming many in their paths, scream's of agony dressed in...