Burnt Bridges

Preface- Testimony of C

"...and that's why I'm here."

The once silent space was rushed with words of comfort for the farm boy. It seems his tale of ignorance amused them.

"Well your safe now young man," said the old man to my left as he tried to pat the boy on the shoulder but moved his hand the wrong way.

"No grandpa he's over here," the girl at his side aided. She seemed to be younger than how I appeared and from the situation I could tell she was related to the blind bat next to here.

"Well," squealed out at the top of her (I think it's a girl) voice the benefactor brought attention back to her fat pink dressed self, "At least your save now young man."

Oh god, with ever syllable she made I could hear the three seats underneath hide begging for a quicker death.

"Well, that's all behind me now that I can go to this new country you promised us Miss." The little kiss up replied.

"Good good," the fat pig cried; wonder if that's her breads mating call.

The room was pretty simple, a small cubical space just enough room to squeeze about 8 people, well 5 since we got that fatty in here. Behind the carriage's driver was where the 'Benefactor' sat, an overweight old woman covered in powder and other forms of make-up, she had on a florescent pink ball gown that one meal away from being eaten by her chin; got 5 dollars on it.

On her left sat me alone, because all the cool girls sit alone, since I was travelling in secret I had to wear my large brown robe instead of my usual cloths which I had hid in the make shift bag to my side.

On the opposite side of me stood a man just above the age of 20, he was dressed like some kind of low grade martial artist. He had a blue head band around his head, black fighting gloves and a white pants, and everything else like shoes, shirts maybe even some socks were comply absent from this half built power house, or should I say paper house cause after just making eye contact the guy turned pale.

In the final corner sat the three who I had mentioned before, the old man dressed for a life of whippersnapper comments, the young girl who looked more troubled for someone who should be playing in a pile of leaves and the farm boy who was silently fixing guarding the camp that was keeping the space lit from the nights grasp.

"What is it," the hog's call snapped me back to reality. She was looking at the scared guy across from me; apparently my gaze shook him a bit more than expected.

"Well out with it young man we don't have all night for an answer," she commanded from the guy

Damn it if he does anything I'm screwed. He looked my way again and I shot him a warning gleam from within the hood of my robe. He got the message and shook his head at the pig.

"Those- those eyes, you're just like him aren't you," the farm boy cried out. It seemed my gleam was caught a bit too well.

"It seems you possess the same eyes as the one in the farm boy's story," she pointed, "for someone to be wearing such ridiculous cloths and sharp eyes, I pray you have a story worth paying for. Remove your hood."

I kept quiet for a while but from the looks of it I wasn't getting out of this silent. I pulled the hood back and moved my bangs from inside the robe and opened my eyes fully to reveal my serpent like pupils.

"You do look a lot like that monster of a child," the farm boy remarked.

"Thanks, I do have my father's eyes," I laughed off. The boy's response was to simply move further into the corner he had dug himself in already.

"Interesting," the fat snub remarked, "To think I'd see a demon in person, and it has the appearance of young lady. Tell me your tale cursed one or I'll return you to your home land."

"Sorry I don't feel for it right now," I rolled off.

"Little witch I hope you know if you don't tell us your story we'll have to throw you out, so I would be carefully if I were you, we are passing through the fields of the damned. Worship place of the dark lord," the pig threatened.

"The dark lord, By chance which god do you bow to?" I asked.

"Is this a test of my faith, there is only one god, the pure one who has come from heaven himself to bless and watch over us," the man across from me gained the courage to say.

"So you pray to that psycho, k then," I reached into the bag next to me and pulled out a pair of large goggles I had stolen a while back. I placed it on the top of my hair and used the strap to push my hair into a three piece ponytail, with the exception of my two front bangs.

"before the horses stop, I'll tell you my story, I'll tell all of our stories," I rambled, "and the story of this nightmare world we live in. the story of the beginning, the war for the title of god and of the three children cursed with power to great for your best scribe nor scholar to comprehend."

"This sounds like a treat," the fatty crocked, "might I ask your name demon?"

All the patrons of the trip turned towards me with curiosity in their eyes, even the farm boy who had seen some of what those like me can do calmed down slightly.

"My name, I don't really have one but you can call me... C."