{1} vary shattered memories

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I was finally out of school for the last day then we had a little winter brake. I'm full of hope my dad was a preacher a good one he preached about the lord on basic days. we had a little house if wind-hill village where I happen to be born at. I ran as fast as I could to make sure I wasn't late again. Mom was disappointed last time I was late this time I promise I aint going to be". I said in my own thoughts. Next thing I known I was on the church steps out of breath. my heart was beating raided as my ears was ringing from the loud gospel that everyone seems like sing to in a melody. I opened the door when I gather my thoughts together. I softy set down near my neighbor Matthew. We was the same age and got alone good our parents is close. I was listening to my awesome dad's preaching. im blessed to know god at such a young age.

2 hours later

Dad stop preaching all the amans, clapping and tears slowly died down after 2 whole hours service. I looked up and seen mama smiling with her head tilt at me. and bend down to my level" oh honey dear you know your special" I don't know why but when mama tells me this I feel enlighten and her eyes sparkle with so much unsaid words. she kiss my forehead lightly and motion me to follow her and dad. I caught up to them and next I knew we was at home now.

It was getting late so we had bread and rice for dinner. while near our little family talk about the heavenly father. we heard yelling and screams even from the other villagers. Mom and dad looked at each other. I was shaken and scared no doubt about it. Both mom and dad yelled "Hide Judy lean"in a angry like tone. Next I knew I hid in a little storage room full of brooms and rags praying and having silent tears I prayed in my thoughts while looking at three random men with rich armor on. no it cant be them knights everyone was praying our king would be smart about this war but I guess king Cole lost this war. I looked in the little chipped hole. Big enough to look though, small enough you cant just see me unless your face to face close to the hole. Right there and then I seen them cold-hearted monsters kill both my parents.

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