Disclaimer: I do not work for Nintendo or did not create any characters, this is just for fun. (I shoulda put this in the first chapter.)
Okay this chapter is a little longer. The last one was very short and quick cuz I had almost no time to do it cuz it was really late and I have school. Anyways, I spent a little more time on this one and it's a little longer.And comments are always welcomed. Cya next chapter
Immediately they stormed over but were too short to reach her. They grabbed rocks, wood, just about anything in reach to throw at the escapee. The guards many years of vigorous training were tested and proved beneficial, as they had perfect aim. A rock struck her in the head and she fell from the fifteen-foot wall.
She fell on the opposite side and the guards, who had expected her to be dead, went back to destroying anything they could get near.
The injured mother was not dead, yet it was a struggled for her to cling to life. She breathed what she thought would be her last breath when her crying baby brought her back into reality. She took a deep breath and managed to stand up. Slowly, she began to walk.
She stumbled and seriously considered giving up. Then suddenly, the dark clouds parted and a voice spoke into the weary woman's ear, "Don't give up, this land's destiny is depending on you reaching your destination. Keep moving forward until you stumble upon a forest. There, the Guardian will take over."
A flash of light glared and then darkness returned. The mother found strength in her beaten body. She had rarely ventured out of town so her surroundings were very unfamiliar. She walked straight ahead, pacing each step to preserve the little energy she had, as she had stayed locked in her house for four long, horrible days, hiding from the soldiers, and giving all available resources she had to her son.
Screams still echoed from the smoking town. But as she moved further, she increasingly grew more numb so the noise seemed to bounce away from her. Her body ached, and although she seemed to glide in slow motion, she knew she was moving along pretty fast, given the condition she was in.
The dark night sky grew brighter as the early morning hours began to dawn upon them. She turned around and in the distance, saw the thick, dark smoke rise from the remains of the war. She shook her head. She had known the lands were at war, but the king had reassured everyone that no one within his gates would be harmed.
"Lying monster!" she yelled as she burst into silent tears. She knelt for a while, taking, long, deep breaths. Her son was sleeping peacefully and turned in his sleep. She knew if he slept, his dreams would maybe keep his mind at peace, as no baby she ever knew never had to go through anything like this.
She tried not to wake him up. She knew he would be hungry and she had nothing to offer him. She knew she had to keep going. She herself may have been hungry, but her life had twisted into a nightmare so she couldn't feel anything.
It was somewhat of a blessing that her body left her naturally numb. She was able to focus on her son more. She saw that her clothes were stained with dry blood, but the blanket, which held her child, lay clean. She had taken extra care to be sure her blood didn't spill on him. She wanted him to be pure with no scars or any sort of evidence of this massacre.
She pressed forward but came to a wall. She hit the wall confused. Panic started to overcome her. The voice told her to move forward. She looked to her left; the wall met with another wall and formed a corner. She looked to her right; the wall just extended and there was a small group of some random trees. She felt more tears come to refresh her crying. Her baby stretched, and she held him close. Their future was uncertain and she was scared, scared for the well being her child.
It was not his fault this was happening. Yet he had to pay for the all of the actions of others. But she had to at least attempt to give her son a chance of surviving. So she decided she would keep going until she died.
She turned around and saw a dark cloud in the distance from where she had escaped. She was about to follow the wall and investigate the corner when she saw a sign. Although she was uneducated and couldn't read it, the sign pointed to an opening between two trees in the scattered lot. Tears came to her eyes, but this time they were caused by joy.
