Chapter 5 - The
Bandits
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Today, I shall encounter a real danger. A great adventure. A wonderful life.
The sound in the bush becomes louder. Louder.
I quiver more than ever.
More than I encountered a viper.
The worst part is about to happen.
The sound is gone. Silent. Quiet.
It remains silent.
Perplexing. Confusing. The danger that I was about to encounter has gone.
I exhale. The sign of relief.
Swooosh....!
I feel something.
Pointy. Sharp.
I touch my shoulder- blood.
I try to see. My glance discover an arrow. Stabbed through my shoulder.
My vision blurs. My sight becomes darker. Darker. I couldn't almost see anything.
I sit, to ease the pain. I try to bear it. I try. Try.
I gain my sight back. I can see it.
A crimson red liquid. Flowing through my shoulder. A spurt at my arms. Bleeding.
I hold the arrow, try to pull it out. The pain resists my energy. Unbearable.
But, there is a question that can't get out of my head.
Where does this arrow come from?
"Hey look what do we got here!", a stranger voices out.
"I thought it was a deer, can't believe it's a stranger.", another voice.
"We got more than deer today!", another voice comes out.
The voices belong to three men. One of them has beard. One of them has scar on his left eye. The third guy has moustache.
They look like... bandits.
"What...do..you...want?", I ask with a weak voice. Lack of energy. Due to my blood loss.
"Well kid, you're newbie here. Just so you know, this place is ours.", the bearded man says.
"Our place, our rules", the eye-scarred man continues.
"Then, our rules are easy. Every newbie must pay golds to us. And we'll spare their life.", the moustached man continues as they slowly march to me.
"Please. Spare my life. I've got nothing with me. I only have a mere soul.", I says, while exhale and inhale weakly. As I lost many energy as well as my blood.
"Heaps of lies!", the bearded man shouts. "Search his backpack, maybe we'll find valuable ransom."
My sight is getting darker. My eyes can tell me, that the bandits are ransacking my rucksack.
Someone. Please. Help.
"This is a worthless hunt. This guy is no longer of use to us!", the eye-scarred man screams. Then he unsheaths his sword. Pointing at my chest. Where my heart's located.
My sight is getting darker than ever. Before I close, the other two are just watching. They are laughing.
I think this should be my last. Is this how I die? Couldn't I be forgiven for what I've done to get here? I've just started to live my life. Is this the end of me?
Somebody. Please. Come.
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Today, I shall encounter a real danger. A great adventure. A wonderful life.
The sound in the bush becomes louder. Louder.
I quiver more than ever.
More than I encountered a viper.
The worst part is about to happen.
The sound is gone. Silent. Quiet.
It remains silent.
Perplexing. Confusing. The danger that I was about to encounter has gone.
I exhale. The sign of relief.
Swooosh....!
I feel something.
Pointy. Sharp.
I touch my shoulder- blood.
I try to see. My glance discover an arrow. Stabbed through my shoulder.
My vision blurs. My sight becomes darker. Darker. I couldn't almost see anything.
I sit, to ease the pain. I try to bear it. I try. Try.
I gain my sight back. I can see it.
A crimson red liquid. Flowing through my shoulder. A spurt at my arms. Bleeding.
I hold the arrow, try to pull it out. The pain resists my energy. Unbearable.
But, there is a question that can't get out of my head.
Where does this arrow come from?
"Hey look what do we got here!", a stranger voices out.
"I thought it was a deer, can't believe it's a stranger.", another voice.
"We got more than deer today!", another voice comes out.
The voices belong to three men. One of them has beard. One of them has scar on his left eye. The third guy has moustache.
They look like... bandits.
"What...do..you...want?", I ask with a weak voice. Lack of energy. Due to my blood loss.
"Well kid, you're newbie here. Just so you know, this place is ours.", the bearded man says.
"Our place, our rules", the eye-scarred man continues.
"Then, our rules are easy. Every newbie must pay golds to us. And we'll spare their life.", the moustached man continues as they slowly march to me.
"Please. Spare my life. I've got nothing with me. I only have a mere soul.", I says, while exhale and inhale weakly. As I lost many energy as well as my blood.
"Heaps of lies!", the bearded man shouts. "Search his backpack, maybe we'll find valuable ransom."
My sight is getting darker. My eyes can tell me, that the bandits are ransacking my rucksack.
Someone. Please. Help.
"This is a worthless hunt. This guy is no longer of use to us!", the eye-scarred man screams. Then he unsheaths his sword. Pointing at my chest. Where my heart's located.
My sight is getting darker than ever. Before I close, the other two are just watching. They are laughing.
I think this should be my last. Is this how I die? Couldn't I be forgiven for what I've done to get here? I've just started to live my life. Is this the end of me?
Somebody. Please. Come.
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