Battle For Katharine Preview - AbydosA Story by PenguinEmpiress A look into the past of King Abydos - when he was very young Abydos “Cut out his tongue!” “Burn his eyes out!” “Off with his head!” “Feed ‘im to the beasts of the desert!” "Chop’em into pieces!” Words of violence and gore, just keep spinning around the
room. It was like a wildfire in a way. Its spread from ones lips to another
than was said by yet another. Ever since the end of the war, the country has
been thrown into hell because of the relatives of King Rouva. My mother hold my shoulder and pulls me closer to her, she’s
looking over at the crowd and council. Their deciding our fate… “SILENCE!” The old chairman was standing at his seat yelling over the
noise, people seem to quiet quicker than children at a feed. “…” Everything he says seems to all go over my head, I catch bit
and piece here and there about execution and exile. Mother seems to grip my
shoulder tighter. People start to louden up again complaining and arguing with
the judge. Mother leans down and brushes away my fringe �" she always had
a habit of giving me girly haircuts. She kisses my forehead before smiling
softly and standing again with this serious and blank look written over her
face. She lets go of my shoulder and steps forward towards the judge and speaks: “May my life be
enough to serve the price, and allow my son to live in peace...?” My eyes widen, as she speaks these words, those words will
end her life! The judge leans forward in his chair looking down at her from
his high platform. “You Suezina… offer your life for both yourself and your son?” he inquires “Yes” “Are you willing to pay the price that it will cost for this?” “Yes” “Then step up, my lady of Shileen” I feel so frozen as I watch my mother step up to the gallows.
She bowed her head as the rope was placed around her neck. I take a shaky step
forward. “Ma…ma” its slips from my tongue Someone holds my arm as tears start to fall from my eyes and
drown my cheeks. “MAMA!” I push against their arm, grabbing and tugging at their sleeve shirt. I could feel my throat going raw from all the screaming that I had done and blood dripping from my palms from clenching them to tightly as I fought against the people’s hands and arms. The person’s hand grabs my shoulder roughly
and squeezes it, dragging me back into their stomach. I pry at his hand and when it loosens I bite down on his
finger. He lets out a grunt of pain, but in turn lets me go. I push through the
crowd of people and yell out. “MAMA!!” I fall to the ground as I pushed pasted the front crowd’s
legs… The blade falls… . . Everything just seems to go quiet as her head rolls towards
me… her blonde hair cut to shreds and her open eyes white… She was dead… “LADY SUEZINA… IS DEAD!!” the judge proclaims The crowd yells in cheers and hoorahs… I stay kneeled on the ground looking at mothers head… the
blood the spills from it and the white bone shards that scatter the ground.
Shakely I look up at the mechanism that killed her… at the blood that spills
down the blade and the wood… at the lifeless body that now kneels at its overdone
doom. I scream… I sob… I cry… I scream over the crowd of cheering people, I sob over the
laughter and I cry over the happiness of victory… I hold my head as I fall
forward to the ground, my head hitting the wood floor of the court first. I hit
the ground with my fist, but never notice the silence of the crowd around me
and their demonic looks of violence and need for death and blood… “One remains…” “There is only one left now…” “Let him meet his mother…” “And stay with her for all eternity” I stop my sobbing, I stop my crying… I feel their looks on my
back, their glares and their stares.. I look over to them in fear and fright. They
remind me so clearly of the wolves that hunt in the forests and the monsters
that swim the seas… They remind me of rabid animals looking for prey… And that prey… Is me… “Order! Order in the court!!” The judge yells The sounds bounces off the walls and floor and seems to echo.
The people still give me their demonic looks but give the judge their
attention. “I gave this boy’s mother my word. You are not to hurt the
boy!” Judge exclaims “But he is of Shileen!!” “He is a nephew of King Rouva!” “You fear the wrath of a boy!” The judge yells. The crowd’s
complaints quieten “This boy shall be raised in the way of Livvar!” The judge
continues “But because of his blood he shall pay the price of his royal
blood!” yells the judge The crowd goes into a uproar again, while I stay frozen stiff
like a statue. Their demonic looks seem to grow and broaden throughout the
crowd of people. I tune out the voices of every single one, i block them all
out. I shake my head and look away �" at the ground. But those few seconds
turned into minutes and the crowd had long gone and decided on a punishment for
my rotten blood… “The boy is to be blinded by the ends of heated spears! He
will than spend the rest of his life blind and reminded each day of his rotten
blood!” People grab my arms and hold them to my back and tug my head
up into the air. I open my eyes to notice the two spears that lay hanging over
a fire �" their spikes hot sun red… I squirm and kick as much as I can, when one of the spear s
is pick up and brought down towards me… “At least be merciful for he is just a boy… Do them at the
same time…” The other spear is picked up from the flames and brought over
just like the other. I feel the heat radiating from them as they are brought
close to my face… . . My scream dies half way through the burning… it just stopped…
My eye sight went dark… it was like looking into a world
without like… a night sky without stars… I can feel myself drifting away from reality… I feel as if
someone calls my name but I don’t know who… I hear the voice… it’s a boy… like me…. But who… “I will!” “I will make him, the greatest King” “Just you wait” “He will become stronger and better than anyone!” …..How nice….. King….. Uncle…. © 2016 PenguinEmpiressAuthor's Note
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