Was life supposed to end like this? Was this the life and death of a Gypsy? Really, it was painful. The mother looked at her little child, her sweet daughter of blue eyes, fair skin, and locks of the darkest night sky.
"Mama, please get up"
The small child said, her eyes full of tears as everything she knew around her turned into a towering inferno, the many tents a blaze from the invaders torches. The sound of both women and children screaming, swords clashing, arrows flying, and people dying
"I can't Cici…Mama has to rest for awhile, give your mother a hug"
"Okay Mama, But then will you get up?"
"Yes Daughter…I-I will"
The mother said, tears streaming down her face along with the fresh blood which continued to flow across her chest. She knew that she did not have long, and she wanted her daughter to be safe, when the daughter gave her a hug the mother clenched onto her, and as her last moments started to pass she softly whispered to her little girl for the last time:
"Don't forget me dear Cici…Mama Has to close her eyes for awhile now, you can sleep to now"
"Okay Mama, Goodnight"
With that the mother finally passed, the young girl started to cry softly in her mothers arms, knowing her mother was never going to wake up. Still she lied still as a rock, waiting for the hell she was now in to end. Her soft blue eyes closed as the flames and screaming started to fade out for her as well; at last there was peace for the young girl of four.
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"Sir Theodore"
"Yes Chief Dubrez, What is it?"
"We have spotted a pillaged group of Gypsies not far off from here, There are still some of the raiders there…I think that now would be a good time to rid of them"
"Most certainly…We will head over there now and take care of the situation at hand…tell me if we are to capture some of them"
"Right then, Sir Theodore"
With that the two commanders readied there small amount of troops for battle; it was time to pay the destroyers a little visit and hopefully their last. The chief from the north joined his friend from the west, the troops rallied a war cry and the two along with there troops set off to disband the Raiders left in the small village of burning tents.
The chief was first to enter the smoldering rags of the small settlement, at first he saw nothing but bodies of mutilated bodies, blood now baking in the fires; it would have seemed that these raiders were better than expected.
"They are here…I know it, be on the alert everyone"
Said Sir Theodore as he looked around, now drawing his blade from its sheath. As soon as he finished unsheathing the sword a shrill yell of many fighters came from all around the band of warriors and knights.
"Give them hell"
Said the chief as he jumped off of the horse pulling two blades from his back; it was then that the fight started, all of the people there fought valiantly, but in the end, the Knight and Chief would prove to be victorious…no survivors were taken that day.
When they started too look around the village they almost died a bit on the inside, for one of the men had found a mother holding her child, tears still fresh on her face. The chief ran to his side when he started to scream out of sheer grief.
The Head knight came rushing over as well, when the two leaders saw the image before them they saw why the young knight in front of them was crying.
"It is okay brother; you had no doing in this…Just walk past if no one is moving"
Theodore said, his arm resting softly on the boys quivering shoulder as he continued to weep.
"Please, Sirs, we can't just leave them like this"
"We give them a proper burial Sir Edward; you do not have any reason to think we will not"
"Of course…Of course"
The boy said, wiping his moist face with his sleeve. The cruel image in front of him still bringing tears to his eyes, as it would to the most battle-hardened warriors. Then Out of all the blood and tears, the small child in the mothers arms started to move, her dark blue eyes opening.
"Chief Dubrez, look, I think we might have a survivor"
"I think you are right"
Said the chief, moving slowly over to the little Gypsy girl who was moving slowly in her mothers arms. The young girl turned toward the small group behind her, and she stared directly at the chief who was closest to her, her ocean blue eyes staring at the man of many furs in front of her.
"Are you okay child?"
The Asked chief, his tanned skin wrinkling slightly as his facial expression turned into one of worry. When the little girl gave a small nod his worry turned into relief, the child was covered in blood, though he did not know if it was the mothers or hers.
"What is your name child?"
"...My name? What is my name?"
The chief gave a look to the raven haired girl and then looked back at Sir Theodore, who by now was making his way over to talk to the one who did not know her own name.
"Child, Do you know where you are?"
The girl shook her head. No.
"Do you remember what just happened?"
The girl shook her head. No. The girl looked at the women next to her, the locks of black, fair skin; they were so familiar, but she did not know who this woman was.
Sir Theodore tapped Chief Dubrez on the shoulder and called him over to the side, while sending Sir Edward to go look after the young girl and make sure she was alright.
"She does not remember anything, does she?"
"It would seem like she forgot everything from before the raid"
"She can still talk"
"Yes, but for all we know she could have forgotten most of her language skills"
"What should we do with her though?"
The two looked at her as she talked to Edward, a slight smile appearing on her face every now and then. The two men looked at her, the blood drenched dress did not seem to even register with her, and perhaps she was blocking it out.
"I could bring her back to the castle, though I do not know what Caradoc would say to that, I guess we could use some help in the kitchen…maybe another lady-in-waiting. Though she is a gypsy…not noble blood I suppose"
The chief pondered on his friends words, his gaze still set on the young girl. He wondered how she could forget everything, and not be afraid of all the destruction around her, people like that were rare…very rare indeed. Dubrez looked back at his friend, his steal eyes moving away from the young girl to the older knight.
"No…I will bring her back to my tribe, we will have more use for her there…besides, we could always use another hand when we travel"
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes, I am sure that she will be a valuable member among my tribe"
Theodore sighed for a moment, thinking over the plans on what to do with the child; she would have to travel a few moths with them before the two bands of warriors set off to return home, by the looks of the girl it would seem as if she were only about four years of age, maybe three, such a trip for a young girl would be very difficult…then again, where else would she go…probably be taken off and sold on the slave market, the old man would not have that weigh down on his conscious, so he had no choice.
"Very well…we will leave here in three days and head back; she will go with you"
"And after that?"
"We will meet up again in a few years and catch up…But I am sure that we made a promise to one of are younger nights…we might as well finish the job here"
