Adzter: A Narrative Fiction

Long ago, a story was lost to time. Deep in the mountains of now Switzerland our story begins. On the outskirts of town, I wait and watch. My father is to be back any minute. Ever since the invasion from the ghastly northerners. We have been taken as slaves to work the fields for their unhampered appetite. When they arrived, they stripped us of our land and ranks. I would have been nephew to the king but when the northerners brought us into bondage, my uncle was murdered in front of the village. So that makes me and my father the extent of the kingdom, see as my mother was killed in child birth. “Adzter! Adzter!” Came the scream of my father’s most trusted friend, Adrian. “Adzter, I’m so sorry. So sorry.” “What, What?” I exclaimed “Your father,” he said …show more content…
I resisted the want to place myself in his arms, and cry more, but instead gave him unpretentious instructions on how the night would go. I said, “There will be a meeting tonight in this very home at midnight. Make sure no one is seen or heard. I will address my people as their new king.” Later that night all the men gathered at my humble home to discuss the course of our next day with each other. “My beloved friends and family,” I began, “If it has not been evident to you it is now. My father, your king has died in the hands of our oppressors. At this time, those vile northerners are sardonic towards his grave and name. However in posthumous to his death, I propose that we fight our northern invaders.” At this moment the whole room erupted into many gasps. “How can it be done?” Asked on the men. “They are stronger and we being a peaceful people know not of the art of war like those of our captors”. I replied by saying, “We are gain strength in our numbers and will hew them with our axe and sickle. We will win our battle with the knowledge that we will not hamper our need for our lands, and for our