BORN OF A SERF

Theo

Shit!
Wouldn't it cease for once?"

I grinded at the changing cloud, anxious and wary to behold its sudden cloudiness.
It again was going to rain!
Or, perhaps it really was waning into dusk.
Was it?
I could never dread anything worse than the thickly spreading darkness that had started to envelope the horizon.
Me?
I bet not into that cottage!

Winds came unexpectedly, flapping Woods and swinging the very stem I'd sat upon, its effects reaped through my conflicting thoughts, leaving nothing but rhetorical bangs.
I held stubbornly to the branch, allowing a quick spine of my head to examine once more the clouds.

A snap and cursory glare suddenly flung my lids wider, one last backward glance, and the view turned real.
Alas!
Who the Hell?"

Bruising my ankle as i urgently jumped down the small oak branch.
I broke instantly into a wild run, such that only fear could define"

I could never be more sure of what i'd seen coming after me, a gruesome figure.... Man..... Or was i dreaming?
Casting a split look backward, it was hell too real!
A gruesome shape in coat "

Plashing ponds and moss along the path way, Some sort of painful " humph" fell out of my mouth whilst i thrashed my left toe against a stone pebble. Curbing the paint that had began tilting into my skull, i scurried lamely. Mumbling a curse beneath my teeth. It became more glaring!
A masculine figure was truly after me!
Right here and then, i began wishing for a miracle to lift me to the cottage knob.

I had merely few minutes ago sat on the garden oak branch. The branch being the nearest to my hampered height. There i sat, peacefully watching at the cloud, the amazing transition between daylight and late noon golden shimmers of sun.
I hate graves! As much as I detest yards close to them.
But son.... Ti's the last choice, Ti's the cheapest cottage we could afford!
Father had explained dryly as we trod into the yard cottage few days back with our luggage ever so dejectedly.
What really does he care?"

The scary yard and its cottage along with its ever dreary garden lay pointlessly stagnant. Surrounded by terrible stone walls, its gate as wide as one leading to hades "
Gravel, bricks and stone slab tattered across the wide land while weeds took their higgledy turns.
Houses lay in several miles away. Here is a separate world, a world of no friends nor neighbors. The world around here is desert with ghostly friends, skull neighbors and silence as wind "
Oh! you should've heard the sound of it when it wined last night! It was as the ceaseless murmur of some Spirits.
" Catch some sleep Leyke; ti's merely a nice cool breeze. "
He'd mumbled casually. I tugged yet at him,whimpering frightfully while he slept fitfully on.
That being all he cared, snoring far ahead while i in fright kept each terrifying second of the night watch.
The view was awful from the window, how much more awful was the gnawing sense of being surrounded by graves of dead bodies "

I was barely six when mother died of an ailment best known to father. He wouldn't explain so i desist asking.
Well, that's my father, even his thick beards had secrets written in them!
My present nearness to grave had no doubt embroiled every picture i had left of mother.
No longer her gentle caressings and fondness
Couldn't help it!
Couldn't help painting her a ghost! A very frightening, familiar ghost.

Has father gone sorely poor to afford a decent home?
B.... But he was never rich "
We'd lived most of our peasant lives in peaceful penury"
We indeed have been poor but not hunted!
Or...... Has he been employed as a graveyard custodian?
Couldn't he really get a better job?
Shall i remain hunted the rest of my helpless life?
Oh! Good Lord! What a thoughtless father i owned!
Who shall convince him that i am dying around here?
Thus bled my tender heart with million questions whilst i scamper horrifically.

The distance between the garden oak and the cottage door post suddenly seemed like billion miles.
I ran and ran and even screamed. Perhaps someone somewhere would come to my aid; perhaps a passerby.
But it was unthinkable, recalling I'd been secluded from human by so great a distance.
Tears came, i was sobbing already. I glanced back to realize the coated figure was in no haste, far from hurry.
His carriage sluggish like that of an injured wild, yet his one step was ten times mine.
Right there in the dark, he kept following like some mystical zombie; apathetically pointless.

I almost yelled a thankful cry the moment i eventually got a frantic hold of the cottage knob.
It cracked open in split seconds, i stumbled in and slammed the door agitatively.
I worked shaky on the bot until i was sure it wouldn't slide open from any forceful push.
At the moment, i could neither sit nor stand, my both legs vibrating the rest of my fear engulfed body.
I dabbed a hand quickly across my face, swiping to be sure this wasn't one of such mares.
Breathe fast and impulsive. I'd suddenly lost control of them, couldn't bring myself to be calm rather i remained groveling in panic.
Silence reigned, tears on vacation; my heart clanged thunderous against my chest. my bent knee rattled none stop. And in the moment, i could only wonder :
Just how long it would take before i turned one of his usual tasty broth.....

Wew! So you read this!
Alright, OK. Please don't expect much from here, and at the same time; expect the unthinkable!
This will be a short story anyway,but not as short as you might think.
What else?
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Your's lovingly,💞
Vickky.