I don't need to post an intro because most of it is in the role play thread. If you haven't read it yet just read the first couple posts. --Chris's pov-- Screams. They were everywhere. Mothers frantically wrapping up children and running. Fathers, drawing any weapons nearby and buying time for their fleeing family. Because that's all they could do. All around me I saw death. Not death really, but transformations. From normal to those beasts. The witches that live yonder were rumored to be experimenting on people. Everything went wrong. From my hiding spot I witnessed a half alive child with a wild look strangle his mother to near death. Then he stabbed her. Where the child procured the knife I don't know. Seconds later the mom had a knife of her own, and slowly walked of, suspeciousky eying everything. The boy crawled into a burlap sack. I jumped down from behind the chimney and grabbed my brother. A furious look in my eyes I wrenched him from the sack, holding him two feet off the ground, dangling. He attempted to cut me In the neck, but couldn't reach. Half hysterical* and half furious I reached out, grabbed the knife, and stabbed him in the arm. The knife instantly vanished. My brother went limp. I put him back into the sack, slung it over my shoulder and ran away from the place. The place that the invaders came to. The place where my adventure started. *at first I spelt it his, then realized I started to spell it wrong.
No, it's a totally different story. That was a role play, I'll write that story in my notes as we rp then post on here when this one enfs
After reading the orphan story I decided I didn't write enough I'm gonna shower to get may creative fluids runnin then update.
The screams faded. The vision of my brother doing whatever he did to our mom was still there though. And it hurt me. Being only six* i gave my brother the benefit of the doubt. I'd take him along until i decided not too. The bag stirred. "help". "why should I" I replied "you stabbed our mother, then tried the same to me" a wail cracked out from the bag. "but I didn't mean to, age made me hate her, I wasn't even trying, I never even picked up a knife!" I set the sack down. "get out, let me look at you" Timmy crawled out of the bag, tears streaking down his face. I decided then that he was possessed, that those knife things must give the witches control over you. That's why the knife vanished. I embraced him "brother, I am sorry. If you can forgive me. We will do whatever we can to cope. Come, let us see if we can visit the next village over. Ask if anyone knows anything" Timmy just nodded. We walked, hand in hand, to fither, the nearby town. We were instantly shocked by the eerie silence. I whispered into Timmy's ear "come it isn't safe here. If you see anyone tug my shirt. No talking" Timmy nodded, and we skirted around the town. As we were walking I saw a piece of parchment floating in the wind. this is a notice to any still alive. The king will send a a supply wagon, containing weapons, water, food, and clothing. There will be a convoy of guards following. If you can get to it. From there travel to my kingdom where I will assist you. It will be at smithingston town, the largest and safest place left. I looked to Timmy. "we're going there" with that being said, we made our way in smithington's general direction.