This Garden had been blooming, but now it was soot. The sun had been
shining; it was covered by the smoke and dust. Lives had been taken by this
assault to humanity. No one cared. No one but him, it seemed. He hailed
from a town a mile back. He had seen the smoke in the distances and
volunteered to go ad check it out. His town and this one had not gotten
along. Even so, he felt sorrows for the losses. As she checked around, he
could see the imprints of feet, where the dust had been moved and settled
away in other dark places. He could see the print of a woman's bare feet,
there looked to have been a struggle. He could see that men's boots had
been here, and he followed them for a ways, deeper into the garden. He
heard the hushed voice of a man, and snuck behind a scorched ledge, only
peeking above it enough to just barely see. There were three large and
muscular men, crowded around a small girl. She was wearing a blue velvet
dress and a small golden choker. She was obviously not a commoner. The men
were kicking her and abusing her. Finally they stopped and sat back,
watching the cowering girl curl into a shivering ball. They spoke in gruff
voices as they looked to one another. One man, the one seeming to lead the
group stood up and began to speak.
"Well men, orders were to bring a few girls back with us. This plus the
others makes fourteen."
The men nodded "Plenty enough. Lets go."
The large one growled as he grabbed the girls arm and dragged her off
towards the other side of the garden. As she kicked her feet she caught his
eyes with hers. In those eyes, he could see the reflection of innocence. He
stood quietly and began to follow.
The elders stood around the fire and waited. It had been hours since they had sent Stephen to see what was wrong. Could it have been a trap, they wondered? They decided against it. The town may not have liked them, but they were peaceful. They had began to think of forming a search party for the two young men when one ran into the solemn circle, breaking the train of thoughts. It was Stephen, and in his hand was a sapphire charm, strung on a leather throng. This charm was known to belong to Kevin, the other boy they had sent out first. As Stephen gasped for breath he began telling his story. He had seen footprints, some looking like they were Kevin's, following people, then they disappeared into the woods. He had found this charm hanging off a branch. They knew not to follow. An elder stood up, his eyes flaring with anger. "The damned fool! He should know better then to run off by himself!!" There were nods of agreement among the circle. "Elders, you do not understand!" Stephen said "There was a woman, seemingly taken under capture. You know that Kevin is a noble person! And he will be safe! Do not worry! Let us wait! He will turn out alright!!" They gave him a glare but accepted his excuse for Kevin. They then retired to their houses. Kevin was independent. He would be fine.
Kevin's fiery red hair was hard to miss, even in the light given by the pale yellow moon. He was riding along the plains, following whatever trail he may find made by the men he had seen earlier. His horse was breathing hard when they finally reached their destination point. A small and rundown camp had been constructed, it seemed just a few hours earlier. There were fires blazing and about ten men all drunkenly laughing around the flames. There were lit tents which he guessed held the women. He actually didn't care about all the others. It was that one girls look that sent shivers down his spine. He needed to get her so he would get guilt off his mind.
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The elders stood around the fire and waited. It had been hours since they had sent Stephen to see what was wrong. Could it have been a trap, they wondered? They decided against it. The town may not have liked them, but they were peaceful. They had began to think of forming a search party for the two young men when one ran into the solemn circle, breaking the train of thoughts. It was Stephen, and in his hand was a sapphire charm, strung on a leather throng. This charm was known to belong to Kevin, the other boy they had sent out first. As Stephen gasped for breath he began telling his story. He had seen footprints, some looking like they were Kevin's, following people, then they disappeared into the woods. He had found this charm hanging off a branch. They knew not to follow. An elder stood up, his eyes flaring with anger. "The damned fool! He should know better then to run off by himself!!" There were nods of agreement among the circle. "Elders, you do not understand!" Stephen said "There was a woman, seemingly taken under capture. You know that Kevin is a noble person! And he will be safe! Do not worry! Let us wait! He will turn out alright!!" They gave him a glare but accepted his excuse for Kevin. They then retired to their houses. Kevin was independent. He would be fine.
Kevin's fiery red hair was hard to miss, even in the light given by the pale yellow moon. He was riding along the plains, following whatever trail he may find made by the men he had seen earlier. His horse was breathing hard when they finally reached their destination point. A small and rundown camp had been constructed, it seemed just a few hours earlier. There were fires blazing and about ten men all drunkenly laughing around the flames. There were lit tents which he guessed held the women. He actually didn't care about all the others. It was that one girls look that sent shivers down his spine. He needed to get her so he would get guilt off his mind.
(If you like this, please review. I WILL WRITE MORE IF PEOPLE LIKE IT! Otherwise its TRASH!)