November Writing Challenge

Day 11 Type up a work from when you were younger

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The girl and the boy walked between the houses, hand in hand. The village was small. There were only a few houses and a barn. There was one road through the village. The village was by the sea. Dardanos it was called.

 “This is my village,” the girl said, “this is where I grew up.” 

The boy smiled at her. He could not speak. 

“Yes, I know it’s not my birth village, but it is still home,” the girl continued after having looked at the signs the boy had made.  There was a sad look in her eyes and, unaware, her hand moved to the small stone around her neck. 

The boy tenderly caressed her cheek.

The girl smiled at him and continued to walk, her head against his shoulder.

The boy however asked her attention. ‘Show me.’

“Why do you want to see it so badly?” she asked.

‘You were happy there. I want to imagine.’

“Come,” she said and took him by his hand. They walked between some houses to reach the middle of the square.

Suddenly the village was startled by the loud thunder of horse hooves.

She pulled the boy with her while hiding between two houses against the wall. She had seen him from the distance and recognized him, as always.

“Silo,” she said stunned and confused.

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She knew he had not seen her. She pressed against the wall even more. It had been long ago, but he hadn’t changed a thing. On the outside that was…

“Listen to me! I’m warning you just this once! You still owe me taxes! This is my village now and I demand obedience! You have two days and then you’ll know what happens if you don’t do as I say!”

“Silo,” one of the villagers said, “you of all people should know this is not a wealthy village…” 

Silo had ridden forward and hit the man hard. “That is for you insolence. You can call me ‘lord’ now and I don’t care how you pay me, as long as you pay.” After that he rode away with his men behind him. “Two days!” he called over his shoulder.

‘Are you alright?’ the boy signed.

“I… they told me… but I didn’t…” she stuttered. A tear fell down her cheek. The boy wrapped an arm around her and held her closely, pressing a kiss on her forehead.

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 A/N I think I was thirteen when I wrote this. this is only a small part of it. I never did finish the story, but the plot is still buried in my mind. Maybe I'll take it up some day and finish it. 

I had almsot forgottne I had this lying around. Wow, I think I did improve a bit on my writing. Such short sentences and everything happens so quick... ^^"