One Tin Soldier
Chapter 5
"Here's the treasure you fought for," Garet spat. They had left
him alive, so he could watch the villagers parading Prince Isaac and
Queen Dora's head around on stakes, to see Jenna's body burned as if she
were a common witch, but most importantly to show them the treasure.
"Good," one of the villagers, probably their leader, made a
motion with his hand. Mt. Aleph had never seen a darker day. Wind
whistled through the empty corridors of the castle, blood stained it's
rocks a deep crimson. Garet wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Not now.
Not now.
At his signal four other villagers stepped forward, each grasping
a corner of the stone and lifting it up, carrying it a few feet off and
allowing it to roll down the mountain. Garet watched men, woman, and
children, their faces streaked with blood and grime, lean forward in
anticipation.
Beneath the stone were no fabulous jewels, no piles of gold and
silver. Only a deeply carved inscription, that only read:
"Peace on Earth."
Silence replaced the jeering and laughing, the only sound the
wind playing among the rocks.
After an eternity, the leader dropped the makeshift spear he had
been holding. "What...have we done?"
"You've opened up our borders, that's what you've done," Garet
growled. "Before we were a small, harmless country. But now all you are
is a band of leaderless peasants on a prime piece of land. You know what
that means? War. Real war. Please, let me go. Some of the people that
died here had families, they deserve to know what happened."
The stunned silence continued.
One chapter to go!
Chapter 5
"Here's the treasure you fought for," Garet spat. They had left
him alive, so he could watch the villagers parading Prince Isaac and
Queen Dora's head around on stakes, to see Jenna's body burned as if she
were a common witch, but most importantly to show them the treasure.
"Good," one of the villagers, probably their leader, made a
motion with his hand. Mt. Aleph had never seen a darker day. Wind
whistled through the empty corridors of the castle, blood stained it's
rocks a deep crimson. Garet wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Not now.
Not now.
At his signal four other villagers stepped forward, each grasping
a corner of the stone and lifting it up, carrying it a few feet off and
allowing it to roll down the mountain. Garet watched men, woman, and
children, their faces streaked with blood and grime, lean forward in
anticipation.
Beneath the stone were no fabulous jewels, no piles of gold and
silver. Only a deeply carved inscription, that only read:
"Peace on Earth."
Silence replaced the jeering and laughing, the only sound the
wind playing among the rocks.
After an eternity, the leader dropped the makeshift spear he had
been holding. "What...have we done?"
"You've opened up our borders, that's what you've done," Garet
growled. "Before we were a small, harmless country. But now all you are
is a band of leaderless peasants on a prime piece of land. You know what
that means? War. Real war. Please, let me go. Some of the people that
died here had families, they deserve to know what happened."
The stunned silence continued.
One chapter to go!