Nathaniel

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I remember how it all started. It's been so long now I can't remember the when's but I remember how as if it was branded into my mind. I was out tending the fields at the time. I was only 10 but what could I do? My father was sick someone had to do the job and my sister and mother had enough work in the house. Suddenly, I heard an odd rumbling. I looked around but the sky was clear, I'd never heard such a sound before in my life. Off in the distant a silhouette could be made out, at first small but slowly extending like one giant shadow. I squinted, trying to find out what it was coming to our small town. Suddenly I heard someone yell "it's them! The King's Horde!"I could hear them running some to pick up anything to fight with, others to hide. I stood there, frozen. I had heard stories of them before but never imagined they were real. An army said to be almost inhuman in strength and power, unbeatable, unmerciful, absolutely evil. I felt someone grab my arm tightly. As I look to the person I recognize my childhood sweetheart, Amanda. She pulls me to my house I can still hear her voice, full of fear yell "Nate! What are you doing do you want to get killed?" Once inside the walls shielded the sound, I ran to my fath

er's room. He lay there in bed, so frail, so weak, struggling to breathe. Hard to believe he once was a strong, powerful man, a man of the land. It almost seemed like he died the day he fell ill and this was just a shell without a soul. As I took his hand I heard the sound grow louder and the door crash down. I stood quickly, a man in red armor charged in, I witnessed him behead my mother and sister. Amanda slipped under him and ran off I heard her yell to me "I will find you Nate! Don't worry about me!" Little did I know she was the least of my worries. I picked up my dad's axe. I never could use it, he made me a smaller one but I kept that one in my room so it was all I had. I swung it clumsily and missed. Then a pain shot up my arm and as I look down among the puddle of my mom and sister's own blood was my left hand. I screamed in pain and fell to my knees still struggling to hit him with that axe. The man red just stepped on my other hand and effortlessly held it there. I looked up at him, not with fear, or pleadingly but with hatred. He looked down at me for a moment, his whole face covered by that helmet, only his eyes visible. He raised his sword; tightly I closed my eyes awaiting the same fate as my family, unfortunately for me, that was not to be. I heard a cold unfeeling voice speak to me "You are brave, I'll give you that. You will come with me as an apprentice." He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of my home, I struggled, trying to get away from him but he was too strong and I was only a boy. I was tied up; my hand bound to prevent infection, and placed on a wagon to be taken to my new "home".

I woke up the next morning to light streaming through the window. Outside I could hear birds singing and the sound of people getting to their respective jobs. I chuckled sourly, things seemed deceptively right in the world. Like the planet itself was ignorant of the collapse of my world my hopes and my happiness and the clockwork of time marched on unscathed. I was disturbed from my musings by a knock on the door. "C... Come in.," I stuttered in such a childlike manner I wanted to crawl under my bed and die. A servant walked in, "Good morning. Today you start." I looked at him uneasily; he looked like a shell, a soulless body. "Start what?" I said, a bit more emboldened by the servant's weak appearance. "You're training of course. Today you start as Lord Malik's apprentice." I stood up slowly and glanced out the window briefly looking at troops training in the art of fighting and even farther, outside the castle walls the farmers tending their fields, my thoughts drifted again to my childhood home. "Sir? Sir. You are supposed to go to breakfast immediately." I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at him, suddenly I felt shocked by his appearance in comparison to those outside the castle. "Yes, I'm on my way. And please, call me Nathaniel." The servant just shook his head and left quietly. I looked in the closet and found a variety of well-crafted clothes. I picked some at random and got dressed quickly. I walked out of the room to find the servant waiting. "This way." In the darkness of the hall he almost seemed to fade into the shadows as he led me to the dining room. I entered a large room with a long table in the middle capable of sitting maybe 40 people. Over it there were two huge beautifully crafted crystal chandeliers. The tablecloth was obviously made of silk but back then I had never seen such an exquisite material. The utensils were gold and there were more than I ever knew existed. Even the plates had gold rims around them. The walls were decorated with paintings of war scenes except for the one behind the head of the table which was of a dark, unfeeling man, wearing a jeweled gold crown. He wore a large expensive looking ring with the royal seal the army that stormed my town had on their flags. I whispered under my breath "the King". "Correct." A familiar voice boomed. I finally noticed the man sitting at th

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Approximate Pages = 11 (250 words per page double spaced)

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