The sounds of screams filled the night air. The village you resided in was under attack from an unknown enemy, for unknown reasons. Wide [e/c] eyes tried to resist tears of panic, but to no avail. You could hear the galloping of hooves from outside your hiding spot: a small alcove in your parents' garden.
You curled in on yourself, as tight as your form would let you. The old wood of the hut dug into your bare feet, leaving small splinters in your soles. The white of your gown contrasted with the dark mud walls of the hut, though it was dirtier now than earlier. Despite this, you could only hope that no one could see you.
The sudden shout of a man made you jump. He was far too close for comfort's sake… Almost directly outside of the thin wall you hid behind. From the sounds of it, he was barking an order to someone. Hardly a moment passed before you could hear a feminine voice.
Your mother.
She screamed, begging the invaders to show mercy to her people. Her pleas went on, the sound of her voice growing ever closer and more frantic until she was abruptly cut off. A dull thud hit the wall to your side, making you gasp. Clasping your hands to your mouth, you cried silently. The invader called out, earning a group cheer of some sort. The pitter patter of feet approached your hut, making you tense.
A tanned man peered in, a torch in his hand. You could see his mailed armor shine beautifully from its light. A surprised expression crossed his face before he turned back.
You had been spotted.
There was no going back now, you thought. As soon as he left, the man came back with two others in matching armor. Rather than metal, the men were clad in leather, thick wings spreading across their chests. The one in metal spoke to you in a commanding tone, but all you could do was silently shake in fear. He spoke again, the words sounding very similar to what he had said before. The torch illuminated his face, showing a pair of black-lined, brown eyes: a common trait of those from the neighboring kingdom of Egypt.
You knew of the powerful Egyptians, with their Coptic language. It was similar to your own, but with just enough differences to make them completely separate. Your parents told stories of their rulers who conquered lands near and far, and being on the far side, no one really expected a sudden visit from them. At least, not without warning.
When the metal-clad man received no response, one of the others in leather spoke up to the man in charge. He was deep in thought for a moment, perhaps thinking of what the other said. A smile crept to his face, and he nodded. Another order came from his lips, and both of the leather armored men ran off, leaving you alone with this man of power.
He stood over you, a tower of authority. The torch flickered, lighting his face from beneath showing sunken eye sockets and a deep frown. He stepped closer, his freed hand pointing at your chest then flicking upward. Assuming he means to stand, you do so. Very slowly, you rise, back against the crumbling mud wall. A clinking sound turned your attention from the man in front, to the one behind. Leaning over ever so slightly, you could spot the familiar shape of shackles.
A/N: Hello there! I'm very excited to be publishing this story, as I've had the idea for quite some time. I'm new to the writing community, so I appreciate any feedback you may have!
On a side note, the story itself may change ratings. I have it marked T for now, but I am unsure as to the progression of events. There will be violence and swearing, along with suggestive themes. As to how detailed it gets… I'm unsure. Please, feel free to let me know what you're interested in!