Hello guys! I was in Math the other day daydreaming ( as always) and this story popped into my head. So rushing home after school I typed and and wahla! here it is hope you like it please read and review!


The Dungon was damp and cold. Mold crawled up the walls with unhindered growth making the whole room glow eerily. A few unfortunate souls sat in corners shackled to the walls most of them were beaten and they all looked malnourished. Upon inspection it would be found that most of the prisoners were male and aged unable to fight.

But one of these prisoners defied that rule. A young boy,no older than four, sat in a corner his white hair seemingly glowing among dank dark of the dungon. His head in rested on his knees almost as if the boy expected attack at any moment. His hands were bruised and bloody ,three of his fingers were bent at odd angles. He was quitely sobbing trying to hold back , but to no avail, the sobs kept coming. Most of the other prisoners turned there heads away at the sound of his tears, trying to block out all sounds of the real world.

So cold and alone the little one cried. He cried for all that was, all that was lost. and for the darkness that man hearts held. Suddenly the calm in the dungon was broken with the sharp sound of the dungon door opening. Startled the boy held up and hand sheilding his eyes from the unforgiving light.
A figure stood forward and suddenly his voice rang out through the dungon. " bring me the boy"

The little boy began to shake, his time had come.


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