Laying between my brother's I hear my papa going to bed, with the aid of my mama. I hear the wooden stick he uses to walk drag across the floor as he limps into bed. I hear the huffs and can almost see the sweat of his brow at the effort it cost him. My papa is a brave man, married at seventeen, went to war at nineteen and joined the army at twenty two and was forced to stop working when an unfortunate attack happened resulting in the loss of his leg. Unfortunate. That's what they called it. Not a note of gratitude for everything my papa had done. The most my papa received was a small amount of money that even a mouse could not live on, let alone a family of five.
Hearing the steady breathing of my papa I closed my eyes. I matched my breathing to his, a habit I had done since before I could remember. Then I felt the tug of darkness draw me near and I was floating: neither here nor there.
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The Princess of Herbia
FantasiaTears threatened her eyes and she knew what had to be done: she fled. Soldiers soon gave chase, she was the deer of the hunt: a game for the soldiers to play. Soon she was surrounded: all hope lost to this innocent girl who ran out of hope to find h...
