A Life Driven By
Revenge
I stood there holding a long silver sword. Looking at the two mutilated corpses on the ground, I wiped my bloody sword. The corpses were my families murderers, thoughts forgotten swam in my mind I recalled when all of this had happened.
I was born on the twentieth of Aunin (August). My parents named me Zwin which means swift, a worthy and proud name I grew up and started going to a only boys school I learnt in this school for about ten to eleven years, rarely did I get low marks in my monthly examinations. My mother was a housewife and my father worked for the king, I did not know what he did.
I used to be a quiet boy bearing everyone teasing me. Gradually when thirteen years old I changed, I became more forward. Like all thirteen year olds I had to change my school and continue my studies in a mixed school. I started to settle in my new school with a little number of old friends who had changed to the same school. It was disturbing and strange to talk, learn and sit alongside girls of my same age, but that too changed as time past. In both schools I children said I was strange and surprisingly I liked it.
It was in my tenth year at school that the disaster happened. One night as I was coming home after a quiz contest, then I heard my father painfully groan. I rushed towards the window instead of the door. The sights inside almost made me stab myself with a pocket knife. Inside my father and mother were tied on chairs, my father was being tortured horribly and my mother was forced to watch it. I stood out side unable to move even a muscle. My father was asked questions like
“where is your son” or “what are you working on”.
Then finally when no one answered the torturers seemed to grow angry, they instantly drew their swords and hacked my father’s hands off then sliced his head off. Then they hacked my screaming mothers head off. Unable to bear this torture I fainted there.
The only thing to fear is fear it self.
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