Author: Msparsons2009
Rating: Angst at the moments.
Prelude
It was just the break of dawn when Evelyn had been ripped violently from her pleasant dreams as pain laced through her arms. Gentle brown met ice blue, one frightened the other pleased. The men had come, they had come for what everything her village had and apparently they did not please the men. Now the men look for other ways of payment. Evelyn met the mans eyes evenly before spitting him in the face, they were despicable and vile. No man who treated people the way these men did deserved any ounce of respect.
Despite her show of defiance the man preceded to lead her out the door, she wouldn't fight. Not yet, not until she counted how many young women were with the vile group. Her face stayed calm, her petite form seemingly tiny against the muscled man who handled her. Something tingled at the back of her mind, her instincts screamed something was wrong. Glancing around she only saw a group of well dressed men and armored warriors. Then, just above the trees she saw the smoke, smoke signaling fire in the village. For the first time since the men arrived Evelyn tried to jerk away from the man holding her. "What have you done!" Her melodic voice carrying a hint of panic.
The men laughed at her futile attempt to escape, though that did not stop her from trying. “The villagers tried to rise up against us, we had to punish them.” the man holding her answered, although Evelyn felt a small amount of pleasure when the man grunted after she kicked a certain sensitive area. “Do not fight wench, the more you fight the more painful it will be on you.”
“Evy?” Came a small voice from the small home. Evelyn froze, her eyes widening in terror as she turned to see her baby brother standing in the door way. His chestnut colored hair sticking up in all different directions because of sleep. Confusion and fear echoing deeply in his eyes. Then a quiet chuckle sent shivers down her back, glancing to one of the people in charge or she assumed so she glared. Her breath constricting in her chest. Fear making her unable to think straight, she had forgotten he was home.
“Run Michael!” Evelyn screamed, it only took a second for her to realize that another man was moving towards the young boy. Michael, frightened as he was didn’t move, he froze and that got him caught. Evelyn thrashed, jerking anyway she could trying to get loose. He was to young for anything they had in store, anything that they’d do to an adult would surely kill him. “Let him go! Leave him alone he has done nothing wrong!” With each word her voice became shriller. The world began to slow to a stop as the same man that grabbed him threw him to the ground. Then the world went black.
