The Silent Tale

The Start of Death

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"Namjoo! Namjoo!" her grandma ran toward the hut the next morning.

Namjoo turned away from the clothes she was folding up and stood when she saw her grandma.

"A soldier has come!"

"A soldier?" Namjoo asked when her lips immediately fell apart.

She turned to look out the door before running outside and just as her grandma had said, there was a soldier on horseback waiting for her at the front gate. Namjoo froze where she was, her heart high in her chest. Was this bad news? Had it finally happened? Was Chanyeol...not coming home?

"Your husband's been severely injured," the soldier informed, "he's in the palace hospital waiting for you."

With no suspicion Namjoo mounted her horse and followed him through the forest. She'd never been to the palace before so she completely trusted the soldier's guidance. A crowd of trees were now all around her. She didn't realize how deep they were in the forest until it was already too late. It wasn't until she spotted another armed soldier up ahead did she come to a slow stop.

Chanyeol had told her once that if a palace soldier was to guide you, it meant he'd put his life on the line to make sure you got to where you were supposed to; and he should be the only one with you unless there were other circumstances. Bells were ringing in her head as she noticed the sword hanging off the side of the horse.

Why was she being brought there?

"What are you doing?" the soldier questioned when he turned back to look at her.

Namjoo glanced at him quietly. To ask him why or to run?

"Why...are there two of you?" Namjoo asked.

The soldiers glanced at each other before the one who'd been waiting said, "Lets just get this over with!"

Namjoo's heart thrashed wildly within her chest when the soldier began to pull the sword out of its sheath. Immediately grabbing the reigns she pulled and turned her horse around. She needed to run. She didn't want to die. She was afraid...

The horse started off at a run and Namjoo was certain that she would be safe. That was until she heard something fly through the air and stab the horse by surprise. As the horse collapsed to the ground Namjoo fell along with it. She rolled off the saddle with a scream and was only able to regain herself when she heard the soldier's horse running toward her.

The soldier stopped his horse and climbed off it before starting toward her. Namjoo let out a cry of fear as she struggled to pull herself up and made it only a foot forward when she felt him grab her arm. She screamed and tried to pull away, but she was too weak and he too strong.

"Come here, come here you little!" he threatened trying to turn her around.

Namjoo continued screaming and with her utmost effort to push him off before she heard her cheap robe rip. Her eyes widened when she felt a breeze fly over her bare shoulder before she turned to look at the soldier's eyes that had suddenly become hungry. Another loud scream deafened the surrounding woods before he pulled her toward him with even more strength.

Unable to shout, Namjoo repeatedly screamed as her body collided against him and he shoved her to the floor of the forest.

"Let me taste you before I kill you," he tossed off his armor before climbing over her.

Namjoo cried deliriously and felt loose strands of her hair stick against her face.

"What are you doing!?" the other soldier shouted.