My Legacy

The chants echo throughout the arena; their voice is in one accord. They are thirsty …they call out for blood- My blood.

A bloodied mass of my former self lies on the muddy floor which has been demarcated specifically for this event- My execution.

I slowly peep through the veil of mud, blood and sweat that has cloaked my face at the creature responsible for my present misfortune. It stands over me and thunders in an unfamiliar tongue stirring the crowd with the audacity of its monstrosity.

Tears flow freely down her face.

She stares at me in horror as she clutches our son. He is moping at me wide eyed and sucking his thumb like he always does when he is nervous. She shouldn't have brought him here. If she thought their presence could appeal to my reason, she was wrong - My mind is already made up.

The abomination makes its way towards me. I breathe slowly as I try to remember why I sacrificed the warmth of her breast, the joy of her kiss, the love of my son... then it comes back with blinding conviction.

My family’s legacy passed on from generations. How could a people turn against their King? I spit out blood mingled with saliva and slowly rise to my feet with a grin on what is left of my face.

The sacrifice was worth it. I love my family and we shall rise again. The atrocity opens its belly as has become its customary final act. The crowd roars as it prepares to take its final strike.

I close my eyes and embrace my destiny.

Reviews

[NoelHC]

A powerful piece, I want more information, some background, but this is very interesting. I noted a few grammar and spelling errors, minor, but it would be worth editing this.

[AGHANTI]

Thank you so much for your kind words and observations. I intend it to be a series, so there will be more information as events unfold. I will also edit the grammar and spellings. Thanks so much for reading.