Do you know what's the worst thing about the last time is? It is that you'll never know when it will come. You'll be busy with your ordinary life oblivious to the shortening time cut down by every second. Then it'll secretly come, touch you and go away. The realization that it was the last will come long after that. But till then there will be no way to return back.
When I bid goodbye to my sick mother before going to work that day, I had no idea that it was the last time I was watching her well and alive. Cause ever since that day she was only alive in my memories.
When I stepped into the entrance I found our village decorated in blood while a pile of sliced body parts of my dear villagers lied around livelessly adding to the decoration.
Overwhelmed by the unordinary circumstance I immediately ran towards our dwelling. The small hut mother and I used to regard as our small havean on earth.
While limping and slouching through the dead body parts I finally found our hut. Fortunately mother was well and alive but held captive by a few men who had warpped themselves in garments I had never seen before.
'Please let my mother go! In return I will give you all my savings of today. Please.... have marcy!' I pleaded for I was still in the misconception that they were a gang of decoits like the one I encountered a year earlier.
Suddenly they released my mother but immediately grabbed hold of me. They lifted me up and laid me on an animal I had seen once and known little as a horse. They tied me onto it with a rope and in a matter of a second sliced up both my mother and our small hut. The only difference was that the hut fell into dry pieces while my mother was torn with blood.
I was trying to grab hold of the situation when the horse began galloping leaving behind my liveless mother and our little village into thin air.......
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Queen: Her Story of Love and Revenge
Historical Fiction"He was cold and ravishing hiding many secrets within. I had heard about him a lot during the one year in the palace. The untame worrior, infamously called the Brutal Leader of the Savages. 'Undeniably a man hard to impress!' I thought." Once upon...
