Don't Die, Revolution!

The Three Kings

In this world, the word 'fair' is not one that many would use to describe it.

I learned the world wasn't fair when I was still young.

Running around the market square, trying to find something I could buy with the small amount of money I'd make, besting people at Chess whilst at a Tavern, or doing miscellaneous deeds for someone.

The money I earned was hard worked, honest money, all so I could buy the proper medicines to keep my Mother alive.

Living in a broken down home on the outskirts of the city, it was just me and my mother, my mother and I. She was always too sick to do anything, and ever since my father died when I was six, it was up to me to help her.

It was up to a six year old to provide for his mother, as well as himself.

Things remained like this for two years, my mother's condition worsened, but with each passing day I was able to earn more and more money, my body attuned to the constant running.

And then the beasts came. Large beasts, their faces disfigured and clouded with greed, they had ransacked our house in the middle of the night, I did my best to defend us, to defend my mother, but...

There's only so much an eight year old can do.

"Move out of the way kid!" A man shouted, kicking me harshly away.

I had hit my back hard against the dense wood wall, and fell to the ground in a heap.

I could only watch as they moved around, searching and taking and pillaging our small abode.

"I found a woman!" Another man announced, as if he had found a prize.

"Huh?" The first man turned back to look at me, a small smirk creeping up his face. "Must be the kid's mum, but, looks like she didn't raise her kid right, we should discipline her."

More men's faces grew wicked-like, their twisted smiles and crooked teeth visible in the low light from the torches around the house.

"I get her first, I found her after all."

"Yeah yeah, just don't break her too fast."

"Whatever."

I was delirious, as an eight year old kid I didn't know what was happening, only that it was something bad.

Then the screaming started, my mother, she started screaming in pain, and I desperately tried to get up, to help her, but a large boot in the back kept me down, pinning me to the ground.

"Oh for Fucks sake, plug her moth up will you?!"

"Yeah I got it."

The screaming was replaced with a gurgling noise, and I knew then that she would die at this rate, I had to do something, anything!

"Ah!" I turned as much as I could, and bit the man's leg, he lifted his boot, and I stood up, running to my mother's room.

I broke in through the flimsy door, and saw what two of the men were doing to her, I was enraged, not by the act, no, I didn't know what the act itself was, but it was my mother's tears which angered me.

I charged forward, only to be met with a harsh blow to the stomach.

"Stupid kid." The man I had bit had caught up to me.

He punched me again, throwing me to the ground, again on my stomach, before placing his knee down onto my back.

This time he got some rope out and bounded up my arms and legs, restricting my movements.