The screams of agony rang out as the young children ran from their burning village. A horse's hooves could be heard infront of them. " And where do you two think your going." The Man in armor upon the horse said icy cold tone to it. Out of the two children the younge male barely 4 months older then the young girl, standing infront of the girl the boy yelled out wielding a broken branch. " Back away our else." His voice harse and raspy from fear and running. A horrendous laugh came from the gut of the man on the horse. " Pitiful child stand aside and i wont slay you were you stand." Moving his armored hand to the hilt of his broad sword.
With eye born of fear and hatred for the man on the horse the boy stood his ground. " So be it." Looking through the slits in his helm, in a trice the man slamed the flat of his sword against the young boys face knocking him sensless. As the boys world went black there was a scream and then hoof sounds dispersing into the darking world.
A cold breeze brushed against his pounding head, coming awake abruptly he sat up the limb of the tree still clutched in his hand. Standing up he took in everything with a quick glance, then looked to where the young girl used to be. Kneeling down he grab at the neckles she wore, releaving himself of the limb he walked into the burned down village placing the neckles around his thin neck he searched about for a sword left behind by the knights.
Coming across dead mothers and dead fathers he found a sturdy broad sword barly 2 inches taller them him, grabing a leather belt from a man he made a makeshift sling to hold the sword across his back. It was cumbersome to walk but he did not slow down to worry about weight; grabing a tattered cloak he donned it; strolling from the village stonefaced and full of rage for the king's rule.
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