"So.. where am I, good man," I looked up curiously. The man turned away and walked down out of the chamber room. (What I called a bedroom, you folks) He dropped a minute piece of paper the size of half a fist. I look down iin silence at the paper. I wonder why he dropped it...
The room was covered in silence, everything was almost... peaceful.. harsh reality faded away in the silence of the cold chamber. I sat looking at the paper which lay across the room half open waiting for me as if it knew I wanted to expose what was written beneath the lines of black and white. I wonder, I wonder, but a disturbance, infact, a leaf flew onto my lap and broke my state of calmness. -Sigh- "I guess, Another time, maybe I should go explore the town."
Villagers passed by saying stuff I have never heard.
"Hey, Look at that dude, I heard he was dragged from the heart of war."
"No wonder his clothes are so unclean."
"Ugh can you believe it, we're harboring an enemy in our own town"
"I don't know what the king is thinking..."
Others said nothing, got me off with a "Ugh, who are you" kind of look. I knew I was nowhere near home, yet I didn't want to go back to that terrible place I had lived all my life. Avidian I was told he was called. He was a cold blooded king who would not stop until he had every living soul under his thumb. He ruled with his enchanted diamond sword, and a stone heart. Another reminder of my fatal approach to stop his rein.
---To be Continued---