I felt the blood drip from my back into a pool on the floor. The pain was excruciating. I dropped to the ground as the belt came across my face. Jon and Noah rushed over to see if i was ok.
"DAMMIT NOAH, GET AWAY FROM HIM. HE GOT WHAT HE DESERVED," screamed our caretaker,Carrie.
As the tears rushed down his face he whispered something to me, "You and me? Are getting the hell outta here." The next morning Noah had already had my possessives packed along with his. Jon had his stuffed packed too, we snuck out the window and ran until one of us would wheeze out the occasional word. After about 5 miles we started walking.
"DOWN WITH ANARCHY!" screamed a localist. Seconds later men in chain mail and helmets came out and beat him to the ground. We found the nearest tavern.
"What the hell are 3 kids doin in my tavern?"
"Sorry sir, we just need some food. We have been walking for miles and we are really hungry."
"Ok, if you kids polish the floors. I-I guess I can give you some food."
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Running From The Truth
AdventureAn orphan from the medieval times who is constantly being beaten by his caretakers runs away. Suddenly he finds himself sword in hand in the midst of the battlefield fighting to protect everything he stands for.
