the brick trail

the village

"I have food here" father said, as I was being held in my mother's warm, Southing arms. I was only 2 when they attacked. The men in the cloaks took everything from me. It all happened one night. I was awoken by a screech of a horse, only it was ear pearsing. The screech rattled every bit of ply wood in the small cabin. The windows shattered and the candles blew out. All was quiet until I here my father clashing swords with them. I stood up in my small wooden crib and looked out my broken window. I saw one. Feet from me a tall, black hooded figure stared at me. His face was normal except for his fire yellow eyes. They hissed into my soul as my weak, baby arms uncontrollable started to pull me out of my crib, and into the street. It felt as time stopped when, from behind, a cold, bony hand grabbed the collar on my shirt. I stare into the eyes of the hooded figure. He was the same from out my bedroom window. From up close the figure had no eye color. It gaped into my soul. But before it could scratch my soul with the icey cold hand of death, an ax flew right across his face, scarring him. I could tell by the way he flung me 20 feet, straight into our small barn, almost Inpaling me with a pitch fork that he killed my father. "Oh, oh but HOW did you know" interrupted Kibu. Kibu was only about 4. He would make Jhirim tell him the same story over and over. Every day he would ask the same question; "But HOW did you know". And every day Jhirim would tell him; "I could see it in his eyes". Jmirim was 19 and has taken sword for 7 years of his life. He had to find a mentor in ivventri for he had no money. Ivventry is a market city with no real law except dont steal. I was then shot and killed. Fuck