The stories now filled their minds as they all hunkered down in their shacks,
seeking to harvest what they could from their orchards, their livelihoods.
guarded the border-straggling town gave
"I had always hoped that it wouldn't end like this," he sighed, bitterly.
His father was forced to sign him up at the Military academy, and he always hated it. He had rejoiced when he learned he would be stationed at the sleepy hamlet, but as the border raids escalated, he realized that his profession's consequences would eventually catch up to him.
treasoner, liked your damned father!,"
All he received in reply was glares from all in the room. He chuckled to himself, muttered something about the sad state of the kingdom, and left.
No matter the seeming eternity of this living hell for its inhabitants, however, it not last even even for half an hour.
he achingly managed to lift his back to look around.
He nearly puked when he saw a decapitated head on the road.
"A horse...", he muttered to himself,
With great effort, he got to his feet and hobbled off the dirt path and into a small meadow that led to the orchards.
He lay on his stomach, happy for the coolness of the sodden soil, and waited.
The click-clack, click-clack of the hoofs became more audible, and finally a horse and rider emerged.
No matter the seeming eternity of this living hell for its inhabitants, however, it not last even even for half an hour.