I have been enjoying writing as of late and thought I would share a few words each day. I have about 8 chapters so far and adding constantly so of course feel free to give feedback and critique or just enjoy the story.
The Prologue (1/7ish)
The Journey of a Boy
As I try to focus and recall my memories, I am confronted by a sense of confusion and uncertainty. My mind has been shrouded in a dense, ominous shadow for a long time, clouding my thoughts and obscuring my perception of the world around me. It's like trying to see through a thick mist, blindly following the currents of an unknown river without any idea of where it will take me.
This sense of disorientation and uncertainty can be unsettling, leaving me feeling lost and adrift in the world. I begin to question the very foundations of my being, wondering who I am and what my place is in this vast and complex universe.
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I was ten at that time, living with my family, leading a peaceful life taking care of my younger sister while my parents worked the land. Every day started the same way - my mother would wake us up and ask me to watch over the boiling rice while she set the table and my sister went to fetch our father.
Breakfast was an important time for our family; my mother always said it brought friends and family together, and we always spent some time around the table as a family. The rest of the day, my mother would be busy gathering herbs in the garden and my father would be tending the fields or selling goods in the nearby village, while I looked after my sister.
As my mother and I were preparing breakfast, we heard a commotion outside and my mother asked me to take a look. When I opened the door, I saw three menacing men on horseback riding up to the front gate. My father was looking back at me with fear in his eyes.
The menacing men demanded my sister, their voices rough and threatening. My father stood firm, his expression one of fierce determination as he tried to protect her. Father shouts at my sister to run back in the house without looking back. But my sister was frozen in fear, unable to move.
I tried to go to her, to help her, but before I could take a step, my mother rushed out of the house. I saw the fear in her eyes as well. She grabbed me and pulled me into her arms, shielding me with her body as she shouted at my sister to come to us.
My father was already leaping over the farm fence, ready to fight for his family. The situation was tense, the air charged with danger as we all tried to escape the threat of the unknown men.
As the bandits draw their swords, father charges towards them with a fierce determination in his eyes. He will fight them with all his might, protecting his family and his home. Despite being outnumbered, he refuses to back down.
Mother holds me tightly, shielding me from the violence and chaos. She whispers comforting words, trying to calm my trembling body. My sister stands frozen, tears streaming down her face as she watches our father fight for our lives.