The child cried in his mother's arms. He had been born only moments earlier. Terrowin, the child, was interrupted of his crying, when the door to their shabby shack of a home, burst open. It was the village innkeeper, carrying her daughter, Katrina.
"The King's men are coming!" She cried. "They're taking the children. Please, take Katrina, I'm begging you!"
"We will," said the boy's father. "We thank you for the warning. We no doubt would have lost our son."
"I will try to distract them," The innkeeper said, walking out the door.
Hours past, with nothing happening. "Awe, screw it!" The boys father said, standing up. "I'm going to see if it's safe. He walked out, and strait back in, pale faced. "T-They're dead." He said flatly. "So many of them. The roads are littered. Cedric and his wife, you know, the black smith, said their children had been taken. All three of them."
Silence fell upon the house. Nothing to be heard except the crackling of fire. Katrina opened her eyes, as if she knew what was going on. She began to cry. What was going to happen to their small village?
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The Dragon Killer
FantasyThe imperial army of an evil king came to a small town. They were ordered to kidnap every child, but they missed two. Thirteen years later, the two children found strange stones in a forest by a chance encounter. What will happen when those stones t...
