A one-shot I had in my documents. I'm trying to clean out my files. :)
"Mother!" I cried desperately as the men dragged her away. I tried to run after her, but the warriors held me back.
"Gwen!" she yelled back at me. Tears ran out of my eyes like a water fall. I strained my muscles, but I knew my strength was no match for theirs'.
"Let go of me!" I screamed into their ears. But they held their grip like stone. Mother disapeared into the crowd of other prisoners. I knew there was no chance that I could get to her now. I stopped resisting. My body lay limp in the guards' strong hands. My head hung down lifelessly. After what seemed like years of silence, I held my head up. "Where are you taking me?" I asked with a shaky voice.
"To your father, of course." One answered me like I was an idiot.
"He-he-he's...d-dead." I replied. They looked at me.
"He is?"one asked in disbelief.
After they took a minute trying to figure out what to do with me, they said, "I suppose we should take you to the orphanage."
"The...orphanage? Wh-what do mean the orphanage? I can't live there!" I stammered.
"Hundreds of children do," one replied simply. I knew that was true. Either their parents had died in one of the hundreds for wars that we declared on other cities, or they had abandoned them. Some were murdered. Barbarians were cold, heartless people. And I was ashamed to be one of them.
I flinched as I realized that I had dozens of cold hand squeezed against my arms. It made me uncomfortable. All I could think about was all the blood these soldiers could have swam their hands through.
