Chapter 1
The sky darkened, as the grey clouds, covered the bright rays of the sun. Rain began to fall, but Kyra trudged through it, protecting the food that he recently bought from the butcher with his tattered clothing.
Hopelessness and grief plagued his very being. The pillar of the family; his father was no more. He died on the battlefield, fighting for his kingdom and his family.
But just like any flame on a candle, his life soon came to an end.
With his father gone, there was no one left to provide food on the table, certainly not with his mother stricken with grief.
Ever since hearing the tragic news, she would face the wooden front door, staring at it blankly. Her eyes almost without a soul. Clutching my father’s garment within the confines of her arms, hand clenched tight on his article of clothing.
Kyran knew what she was doing. She was waiting. Waiting for him to come back home. Unable to believe the news that he was gone from this world.
He laughed cynically to himself.
Nothing feels real. Every step he takes, it gets heavier. Kyran felt so empty and numb; devoid of feeling.
He stopped, looking at the rundown house just in the outskirts of the village. He pushed the door open with his two small hands.
But what greeted him wasn’t the distant eyes of his mother.
Instead, it was her limp figure dangling on thick piece of rope, coiled around her neck attached to the wooden beams on the ceiling.
He dropped the parcel in horror.
“No! No!” he cried out. Face contorting in pain, he grasped his chest tightly.
Heart beating abnormally fast, causing him to be unable to breathe for a moment.
Crumpled on the floor weakly, he clutched at her dangling feet, swaying slightly because of the fierce wind, caused by the growing storm.
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“Don’t leave me!” he wailed in anguish.
Curled up on the floor, utterly cold and alone.
The darkness gnawing in the back of his mind. Threatening to consume what little sanity, he has left.
‘What am I going to do now?’ he wondered, tears pouring out my eyes. Kyran did not bother to wipe the tears, hoping they would wash away the pain.
Being a ten year old, there’s really nothing much you can do, except begged on the streets and hope that a couple would take pity on you and take you in.
Joining the army was not an option. He was too young to attempt to join the army. Even if he was of age, he knew he would not be accepted, especially with him being born sickly. His bones weak and fragile.
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After a few hours of mourning his mother’s death. Kyran cut the rope, holding her up and gently laid her body on the stone cold floor.
He grunted with effort, as he attempted to carry her body. Seeing that he did not have the strength, especially with the sickly constitution he was born with.
He opted to dragging her instead.
Finding an empty space, behind the rundown house.
He attempted to dig through the wet soil, using an old spade. Hoping to create a hole deep enough to bury his mother's corpse.
Suddenly, a hissing could be heard in the distance.
Without warning the two inch snake, sprang into action. Lunging like a speeding bullet, the Hell Viper, buried itself into his heart, and took one final breathe, before it died.
Kyran’s body fell with a thud. His terrified expression, frozen in time, as darkness took over his consciousness.