We was in the village camp for three days;That's how long we managed to avoid the elders. "Trilogy where is Arthur?", elder Cory questioned. My mind was racing, my heart was pounding, and my blood was running cold. I had a large lump in my throat and managed to choke out, "he won't be coming back." I was holding back all the tears and the lump grew bigger. Cory looked at me in surprise, "what do you mean he won't be coming back?" That's when the river of the tears broke and I couldn't control it. Elder Cory yelled in a strict voice, "TRILOGY YOU ARE A WARRIOR STOP CRYING IN FRONT OF YOU COMMANDER NOW!" I tried to stop but I couldn't. Cory was one of the less strict elders but he did have a temper, when I didn't tell him where Arthur was at he slapped me across the face. I hit the ground and my face was stinging and burning but I did stop crying. "Now I will only ask one more time why won't Arthur be coming back?" I managed to pull myself to my feet and took a deep breath I had to prepare myself mentally and prepare myself for my punishment. "Arthur is dead."
The look on Cory's face alone was punishment enough. His green eyes became a knife that pierced my very soul. I could tell he was trying not to yell at me, he was trying not to strangle me there on the spot.
"What do you mean he is dead?" Cory was breathing heavily.
I managed to gather enough courage to say, " the bone collectors killed him three days ago."
Cory just stared at me and before I could react he slapped me again. When I was on the ground he kicked me. Warm blood was coming from my face and running down to the ground. He grabbed me and made me stand back up on my feet and then he slapped me again I hit the ground. Was this my punishment? Did he know we snuck out? Did he know it was my idea? When he picked me back out he demanded me tell him why we was outside the wall. I was holding back tears, my face was stinging, my side was hurting, and the blood was running down my face. But through all that I calmly explained, " we snuck out once a week to the river to just have fun. We wanted a break from all this war, I panicked I didn't know what to do. It's my fault he is dead. I should've grabbed him and brought him to the tree line, instead I abandoned one of my friends. He would still be living if it wasn't for my poor judgement."
Cory lost his temper completely and he punched me so hard it knocked me out.
I woke up in the camps hospital. When I woke up Cory was standing over me he said, "my final punishment for you is you're no longer a warrior, you've lost all village privileges, if you don't tell me who else was with you Authurs death will be on you hand and you will be a murder. "
My mind was racing, do I risk getting Atlas and Crystal in trouble. I closed my eyes and began to speak.
Before I could speak a sentence elder Lucy came storming in.
She grabbed Cory by the shirt collar and slapped him across the face.
" what do you think you're doing hitting a female warrior like that ?"
Cory pushed her away and said , "she killed Arthur."
She grabbed him again, " no you idiot they killed Arthur."
Cory pushed her away again, " it was her fault though she even admitted that he wouldn't be dead if it wouldn't for her she needs to be put on trial for murde."
"No please, I'll do anything just don't put me on trial."
Lucy looked at me in surprise, " why don't you want to be put on trail?"
"Because if they find me guilty I'll be hung." The tears in my eyes began to build up again but I held them back, I didn't want to be hit by Cory again.
" listen trilogy since you admitted to it you options are be put on trial or be put on the front lines." I could tell Lucy didn't want me to do either she really liked me.
I looked over and saw Cory's smirk.
Were they going to make me choose my fate? I didn't know what to do "give me two days to decide." I pleaded.
"Okay, you have two days." Said Lucy as she walked out.
Before Cory left he gave me a evil smirk and said, " good luck."
I was left all alone to decide how I die.
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Revenge
ActionA time of war. A dead friend. Strict elders. A ghost of a friend. What should these teens do?