Chapter 2
I had finally gotten the guts to pull myself out of the hole of which I had witnessed something from a horror movie. My head was spinning from all the adrenaline. I looked left to right. There was no one there. It was a ghost town. Perfect. Not wanting the same thing to happen I ran back to my house. Oh, how I wanted to be in my mother's arms and hear the reassuring voice of my father.
However, I don't know my father that well. Everyday it's his job to go hunting and collect the meat for the people. He's been doing that since I was a baby. He would then – when he came back from hunting – go to the pub with his friends and have a pint of beer. What do you expect for the people of the 20th century?
My mother, on the other side was always there for me. Not a day she was out of the hut without me. Not a soul to lay a finger on me, or you would have to deal with her wrath - which isn't such a good idea. After all of those thoughts had finished racing through my head I had managed to have gotten to my village. It was as quiet as a mouse and as silent as a ghost town. I could smell smoke from around the corner. I looked and there was the sight that would change my life.
Ashes and flames were everywhere. There was nowhere to go. I was homeless; I thought. Suddenly, I heard the scream of a woman. My mother! I ran as fast as 50 mph to our hut.
I saw the sight of my hut. It was alight. The front room window was smashed. Suddenly, I saw an entrance. However, a piece of timber – which was a light – was going to block it. As quick as a flash I ran in. The timber sent smoke crashing to the ground. I walked by the wall stealthily. There was a claw with fresh blood. The nails were as long as a dagger and as scary as Dracula. There was a shout of a man from the village. As fast as the speed of light it jumped out of the window. I ran and crouched beside my mother. She had a wound as big as my head. She was crying as was I. She put her hand on my hair and stroked my cheek.
"I'm sorry Petey, remember I've always love you," she gasped with her final breath. I crouched beside her; a tear rolling down my cheek.
"No, NO!" I shouted through my gritted teeth. I had lost the love of my life. I began to scream with agonising pain. That thing that killed her would pay, I said to myself. Suddenly, I saw something glistening at the corner of my eye. It was a sword. It had the carving of an owl on it with gold and rubies at the base. I grabbed hold of it; it was as light as a feather. I walked out the window with the sword; ash and fire falling behind me.