Surrender Or Fight

Chapter 1

12 years later .  .  .  .  .

          
           Its been 12 years since my dad died, 12 years of not having a dad, 12 years of half loneliness, of sadness, 12 years of not feeling the warmth of a dad.

I sat watching the busy movement of the streets in the early breaks of morning.

I sat down infront of our little house, not too big not too small watching the baker being out new open baked bread, traders arranging their watermelons and other vegetables on their carts trying to get parole to buy from them.

Children on snagged clothes trying to snatch a thing or two from a table full of jewelries to sell and get money for food, the life on the streets.

I was done with my chores and had decided to go on a stroller around town.

I stopped to greet the baker
"Good morning, mr Williams", I say giving him me of my best smiles.

"Good morning dear, how's your day going", he replied stopping to have a quick glance at me

"Fine, I guess, at least I haven't been told to clean the g.........."

"Watch out", mr Williams shout pulling me out of the way and into his shop.

At the spot where I was standing, the royal carriage rode through and stopped at the town's square, not too far from where I was standing.

The King's announcer came down from the carriage holding a scroll as he walked up to the small stage opening the scroll.

"Listen, listen oh people of kryshia to the quest
made by your loyalty king. A competition has
been set up for all kryshians to fight against
warriors and who soever is able to beat them
will join the King's best four warriors to fight
against the Mycrians".

The King's finally concluded his speech and left, a competition for the best warriors to fight against the mycrians, the mycrians, those blood sucking g demons who killed my father.

I still remember seeing my father lay limp on the stack of woods next to other dead
bodies as they burnt.

It was a sight I would never forget, never.
The competition would start tomorrow at the village town's square.

I thought about the competition for a while before deciding on asking my mom for permission.

             I struggled home entering the kitchen to greet my mother, she was cooking something on the fire.

She greeted me in return and after a few seconds I decided to break the news to her.

"Mum there's this competition the king set out for anyone who is good withthe swords or is really good at fighting to fight warriors and he who wins get to fight with the King's best warriors to fight againstthe mycrians and mum you know........"

"Against who ?",

"The mycrians, mum ", I said noticing the change of expression on my mum's face.

"Your not going", she says having a taste of her soup.

I walk over to her placing a comforting hand on her shoulder looking deeply into her eyes.

"Mum, I know how you feel but mum if I win, I get to avenge dad's death, mum can't you see, this is my chance ", I plead but she shooks her head.

"Gwen, I know what you want to do but I can't let you fight against the mycrians, don't forget they also took your fayher away from us and I won't sit and watch them take you too ", she says tears threatening to spill.

"How do you know they will kill me when I haven't even fought them ?, mum plaese let me do this , for me, for us, for dad and I promise I will come back to you mum, I promise", I say taking her palms in mine.

"Those were the same words your father said before he left for battle, a battle that took his life, he knew what he was getting himself into but he didn't mind, he died because of his ignorance about the consequences and I don't want that happening to the only child i have left in this world ". She shouts and this time, tears are streaming down her cheeks.

             That night, I laid on my bed not able to sleep as the words of my mother repeatedly chorused in my head.
{ he died because of his ignorance }
       
         { they took your father away from us }
    
    { and I don't want that happening to the only child I have in this world }

         After the death of my father, I was always disturbed by nightmares of how he burnt to ashes, how i screamed , how i wished to save him but what i wished the most was to have burned with him.

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