“Sir! My parents were never near your land! We were very low on food, and all they wanted was to find something to feed me with!” the young adolescent shouted miserably from behind the tall wooden fence. His dirty, ill-fitting clothing, which was threadbare from the countless patches, attracted no attention from the royal guards as they tied up his parents to the ground. His face was as pale as winter; tears were streaming down his face as he shouted continuously at the unforgiving nobleman who ranked far above his beloved parents.
“Sir, please! I beg of you, please have mercy on my family! We have done nothing wrong and we would never dare to approach the king’s land. Please!”
That was the last time he ever saw his parents smile at him.
That night the boy sat alone on his shabby pallet. The fresh, delicious-looking berries, which his parents had managed to save for him, lay on the dinner table. The scratch marks and the blood stains on the crooked, wooden door reminded him of the noblemen, savagely barging into their home and forcing out his parents into the jail wagon, who were falsely accused of stealing from the king. The boy buried his head in his lap. He had completely lost track of time and his sense of hunger. His heart felt as if it were being ripped into pieces, and his stomach twisted violently.
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He weaved his way through what seemed like thousands of blades of tall grass until his feet hit something, hard. That was when a rotten, revolting odour found its way into his nose. The boy coughed several times. He had never smelled something so awful. He looked down, and through numerous blades of grass he could just barely make out a large piece of black fabric with something under it. An arrow seemed to be struck in its side. Reluctantly, Roy reached down to the unknown object, and saw something he wished he wouldn’t witness
“Sir, please! I beg of you, please have mercy on my family! We have done nothing wrong and we would never dare to approach the king’s land. Please!”
That was the last time he ever saw his parents smile at him.
That night the boy sat alone on his shabby pallet. The fresh, delicious-looking berries, which his parents had managed to save for him, lay on the dinner table. The scratch marks and the blood stains on the crooked, wooden door reminded him of the noblemen, savagely barging into their home and forcing out his parents into the jail wagon, who were falsely accused of stealing from the king. The boy buried his head in his lap. He had completely lost track of time and his sense of hunger. His heart felt as if it were being ripped into pieces, and his stomach twisted violently.
“One day, one day I will …show more content…
He weaved his way through what seemed like thousands of blades of tall grass until his feet hit something, hard. That was when a rotten, revolting odour found its way into his nose. The boy coughed several times. He had never smelled something so awful. He looked down, and through numerous blades of grass he could just barely make out a large piece of black fabric with something under it. An arrow seemed to be struck in its side. Reluctantly, Roy reached down to the unknown object, and saw something he wished he wouldn’t witness