Decency.
It's a word you don't hear much anymore.
You used to hear it all the time.
But now, it's barely used.
I used to know the meaning of decency.
I used to know it well.
Now, it's a figment of my imagination.
But know this, I will make that word, shine brighter than the heavens.
Chapter1
Running. That's all we do now. With bandits and rogues constantly attacking the villages and towns, all we can do is run, or die. But not me. I'm tired of running, watching my house get destroyed my friends and family killed. I was in thevillaage at the time, washing the clothes of my sister's and mine. I was humming a lullaby my mother used to sing to me, before she died. She and my father were both killed by bandits, trying to defend our home. I grabbedmy sister's hand and said,"Whatever you do my sister, do not let go of my hand". She asked me in her 5 year-old voice,"Why are people hurting our homes?". "That is a question best asked later". My mother rushed us to the underground passage outside the house that was built for this purpose.
It was covered by branches. Mother uncovered the passage, and said over the yelling and screaming of the nearby villagers as they tried to either run, or take a last stand with pitchforks and torches,"Gethesmane, take your sister,and run, run as fast as your legs can take, run as far as the horizon, do not stop, do not look back, just run, go to Gondor, take this amulet and they will help you". She hugged us both and kissed us. She saw bandits coming this way,and said,"Go Gethesmane,go and never come back!". I nodded my head, grabbedmy sisters hand, and we began running down the passageway.
We never stopped until the passage ended, we never looked back. We did excactly as mother had told us. But she never said anything about weeping over our heavy loss.