It always happens to those who don’t deserve it. Of the poorest, it hits the weakest claiming them to its side. Each night when it comes to terrorize the village some stand out waiting for it, while others run and hide in fear. Tonight, it has claimed me…
Struck as I was, I slowly moved my body out of the village square. No one had been around to see it, so there were no witnesses. On my right bicep a lightning shaped scar formed searing itself and energy into my skin. I screamed out for a long moment before it dissipated. I was sitting in the doorway of an old barn, and I could hear the animals from inside restlessly moving. Painfully I stood up making the scabs on my bloody bare feet break open again. My pants were in tatters and I had no shirt. My hair was a nasty shade of dark brown mixed with blood and dirt, while my eyes remained clear blue with grime everywhere else masking my face. From days out in the desert sun my chest was bronzed but scarred with remnants of my past.
I opened the door to the barn and slowly crept in, wary not to surprise any of the animals. To my luck only the midnight black horse with the glowing eyes heard me. The new spot on my arm burned briefly again and I fell to the ground. Once standing again I made an effort to look stable to the horse, as they are easily frightened. Across from the horse was a role of rope by the tools. I walked carefully over the hay covered floor to it and cut an amount off with my stolen knife. I walked back to the horse quietly knotting and looping the rope in a makeshift bridle fashion around its head.