"Please I beg you! Stop!" There was a bloodcurdling scream followed by a thud, then came silence.
"So you have chosen," Said a mans voice filled with power and authority, "You can no longer change your mind." He warned
"I know." Came a high and almost childlike voice. It didn't match the solemn tone they used, the tone of someone who has experienced the darkness of the world and survived. The voice of someone who has matured over time, not the voice of a child.
A short figure kneeled, head bowed in resignation. Their bloodied blade resting close by their side.
"From this day forward I shall serve you and your family. I shall obey you and do whatever you wish and will protect your family from all that wish them harm. I will strike down your enemies and destroy all who stand in your path. From now on I am your tainted blade."
The older man smirked.
"Very well, come." He turned around and began walking not bothering to look back to see if the child was following.
YOU ARE READING
Tainted Blade
Historical Fiction"Why?" I whispered pathetically as tears stained my cheeks. "What did I do wrong?" I cried as blood dripped from my forehead staining my eyes and mixing with my tears. "Why are they all gone?" I sobbed pitifully as I curled into a ball, wallowing...
