My brother has wanted me to write this for him. He came up with the idea and I've been writing it. I think it's coming along pretty good. The ending isn't the best. I'll go back and change some of it, but this is pretty good so far.
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In the darkness, the citizens of Auzstine couldn’t tell what way the wind was going to blow. It would be this night: the night of all nights. This night would determine the outcome of the Rebellion. This night would forever change the country, Hemis.
Also in the darkness was a family of four. Twelve-year-old Joseph hid, covered in shadows, with his newborn baby brother. There was an eerie silence that enveloped the house. Death loomed above the rooftop.
Sylilia shivered and clutched her children closer to her. Her face was pale and sunk and her eyes were lost in unbelief. Unbelief that the Rebellion would change Hemis, and unbelief that her husband would ever return home.
Joseph whispered, “Mother, what’s happening outside? I can hear fighting!”
“Shh,” Sylilia replied and motherly rubbed Joseph’s back. His tunic was short and frayed. The colors had faded over the months, and was too short to remain for much longer. Joseph had grown at least four inches since the last tunic he had been given.
“Do you have the baby?” Sylilia whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Give him to me.”
Joseph passed his baby brother over to his mother. The infant squealed and Sylilia cupped her hand over his mouth.
“Shh. It’s going to be alright. We just need to wait out the fight. Don’t worry.” She rocked the baby back to sleep.
“Mother, where is Father? Is he coming home soon?” Joseph asked.
“Yes,” Sylilia replied. “He’ll be home shortly. Just don’t worry. Go to sleep. It’ll all be over soon.” She didn’t sound convinced herself.
Joseph leaned against his mother’s arms and closed his eyes. He pictured himself fighting the Emperor and stabbing a sword through his heart. He could picture the smile that he would be wearing when he killed the evil man. Joseph knew that he would be Hemis’s hero. He would slay the Emperor.
Joseph fell asleep with false hope.
“Joseph! Joseph! Hurry! Wake up!” Someone was shaking him. The voice sounded desperate and afraid. Joseph’s blurry vision suddenly snapped into place when he saw tears streaming down his mother’s pale face.
“Joseph, take the baby and run! The enemy is here! Hurry! Run and be quick!”
“What?” Joseph asked. He didn’t understand. Why was his mother in such a hurry? What was going on?
He heard pounding on the wooden door. His heart began to race. They were outside of his home!
“Hurry! Take the baby and go!” Sylilia urgently whispered. She handed the baby over to him and Joseph stood up. The pounding increased. He could hear snarls from the Zamöroks. The voices were terrible; like cold iron of flaming iron. It sizzled and cracked.
“Go!” Sylilia cried and pushed Joseph away from the door. “Use the back window! Hurry!”
Joseph nodded and turned around. He started to run and then stopped. “Mother! What about you?”
“Just go! Don’t worry about me! Run!”
“Where am I going to meet up with you?”
“Just run!”
Joseph turned back around and fled away from the Zamöroks. He could hear his mother’s desperate prayers through her tears.
“Please, oh, please Oryhan, save me!”
Joseph ran into his parent’s room. There was a wooden mattress in the corner and a desk in the opposite. A window was on the far wall. It was slightly open, allowing a breeze to flow through.
The baby was beginning to get heavy. Joseph wrapped his arms around his brother and lifted him up to his chest.
The baby was crying.
“Don’t cry. It’s going to be okay,” Joseph whispered and fought back his tears. He knew that it wasn’t going to be okay. Nothing would ever be the same again.
Joseph opened the window wider. He could see flames and monsters running about the city. He quickly ducked down so that nothing could see him.
“How am I going to do this?” he asked himself. He couldn’t jump out the window – he would be caught and killed. He couldn’t stay in the house – the monsters would kill him.
“What am I going to do?”
He listened for any sounds from outside of the window. He didn’t hear anything. Joseph hesitantly raised his head over the window.
A Zamörok was staring back at him.
Its body was small, but its one tooth that stuck out in the very middle of its mouth was huge. It was white except for the tip, which carried a black poison. A Zamörok was black, small, and devilish. It had no eyes. A thick black hide covered its face for protection. Its mouth was the worst out of everything: dozens of rows of sharp, pointed teeth, capable of ripping out a throat or a heart.
Joseph uttered a cry and collapsed on the floor. Had the Zamörok sensed him? The monster had no eyes, but it could see through heat waves. Hadn’t his mother told him that?
Would it be safe to check and see if the monster was gone? Would he dare risk his life? The Zamörok could –
It was at that instant that the monster leaped from its place behind the window and smashed into it. Joseph screamed a high pitch scream and covered himself with his hands. The monster growled and turned to him.
He could hear the snarls and the fighting happening in the other room, but nothing was more terrifying than this.
The Zamörok snarled and its lip drew back, revealing hundreds of teeth. Joseph’s heart seemed to stop.
“The baby!” he thought. “Save the baby!”
Joseph made a sudden jump to save his brother, and the Zamörok attacked. The teeth barely missed the boy’s leg and Joseph screamed again.
He grabbed his baby brother and jumped out of the way as the Zamörok attacked again. This time he wasn’t so fortunate. The monster took a bite out of his leg, and Joseph yelled in pain. In doing so, he dropped his baby brother on the ground. The baby screamed as he landed on his head.
The Zamörok took this opportunity and dove for the child. Joseph didn’t even see it happening. The monster took the child between his teeth and dug them into the boy’s head. Blood sprayed into the monster’s mouth and the baby was instantly dead.
The Zamörok crunched through the baby’s skull and snarled again. The blood seeped through his teeth and dripped to the floor. Joseph was petrified.
Then the monster slowly made its way to the window and jumped out, but not without casting another glance at Joseph. The boy was still frozen in his place.
His brother was dead. The monster had taken him – chewed him and ripped him.
There was no more sound in the front room, where his mother had been. Did that mean that his mother was dead, also?
Would he dare to look?
No. He couldn’t bare the thought of even glancing at another dead body. His brother had been enough. He felt the hot tears streaming down his face. He felt the guilt of knowing that it had been his job to protect the baby.
He was doomed. It was all his fault everyone was dead. Would it be better if he killed himself? Then he wouldn’t have to go through the torture of the sorrows.
No. He wouldn’t kill himself – what a selfish thought. He knew that there would be other survivors. Maybe not his family or even his distant family.
He wasn’t alone, and he knew that for sure.
Try