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Chapter 11 Candles lined the sides of the dark, circular room, emitting a soft fiery-gold glow upon the walls. They all stood at the same height, exactly one centimeter apart, with their flames flickering at an identical intensity. In the center of the glowing circle of clean fire a chair creaked with the weight of a rank, alcohol-stained man. He had a scraggly beard and wild, disheveled hair and a firmly frayed tattered red coat. The coat had little red strings pulling out of the sleeves and the collar, and one detached and fell to the floor. The tattered man's head lolled onto his chest; he drooled onto the floor. The man snored. His shoul

Chapter 10 The girl with blond hair and blue eyes was dragged out of her brightly colored tent kicking and screaming. She thrashed around in the loud armor clanking men's arms until they lost their grip and dropped the blond haired blue eyed girl. The blond haired blue eyed girl fled for her life. She ran past brown tents and grey shacks and green houses. She pushed her little legs to the limit, cutting through buildings and other small passages where the loud armor clanking men could not follow her.   The blond haired blue eyed girl sprinted from the tent city, running as fast as she could to the green, grassy hill in the center of the cit

Chapter Nine After many hours of weeping, screaming, and shivering, I rose from the puddle of my victim's blood that had formed around me. It was sticky and I was covered in it and all that I wanted to do was remove the blood from my body. But that would have to wait. I had to get a little more blood on my hands. I walked to the corner of my room where I had cast my knife in disgust. I slid it into my belt; it would be returned to its maker soon enough. I climbed up those bloodstained rotten stairs. I walked out of the bloodstained wooden doors. I walked down the bloodstained stone steps onto the bloodstained stone square. Everywhere I wal

Chapter Eight I emerged from the tunnel to see the sky darkening above me. By the time I reached the square, it would be a black night. I loped through the darkened pathways through the tents, making my way to Gelda. There would certainly be some explaining to do for my rushing off this afternoon. The sky was black, starless and moonless by the time that I reached her abode. "Where the hell have you been?" she shouted in anger, "I have been looking for you for hours! I need to reapply the poultice to your back before it spoils!" "I have been nowhere of consequence, in answer to your question. And honestly, Gelda, my back feels fine. Can't

Chapter Seven I had to escape them. They were dark, hulking things crawling from the depths of my inner blackness. They crept towards me, gripped at my cloak with their five-fingered hands, ripping; tearing; attempting to pull me deeper into my own dark abyss. One clutched at my throat; I could not breathe.  They pulled me down, down, down into the black murky depths. My own mind became my prison. Black shadowy bars kept me locked in; locked in where there was no way out. Visitors came, a golden figure swathed in white robes, whose visits brought me a reprieve from a hellish mind, always full of kindness and hope. And then another, a green