• The Strong oneShare
    Sunday, August 17, 2008

    The night air rustled violently in the trees, the shivering branches slowly dissolved away by the flickering flames that slowly aged the tree so that it would soon fly in the air. The smell of burning flesh rose in the air, not far corpses stacked high and killed the air with their stench, burnt rotten flesh had been laying their for hours.
    "Sum up the men! If Zeus had any mercy on us some of us might still be alive, if a villager killed any of my men I would be ashamed to be your superior!!" A large man on a horse stared down at the dead family, a general he thought would never do this but to please his men he had to give them woman and some children. The soliders around him laughed at their quick and painless victory,
    "One girl bit my arm! Look, the vicious beast, I've got the exact collar for you!" spat a roman solider, his wrist bleeding heavily.
    "Tie the young whore to a tree Eadward and let me tend to your arm you bloody moron" replied another roman legionnaire, he took out a thin piece of his tunic and wrapped it tightly around the roman soliders wrist.
    "She could have killed you" continued the roman medic "Bleed to death on our way back to the outpost!"
    The celtic girl hissed at the wounded Roman solider, suddenly he swung his unwounded hand into her face and she fell into the dirt, her mouth stained of blood.
    "Ah! Let me free so i can finish the job of your death!" She screamed while struggling to get back on her feet .
    Eadward smirked and smacked her again,
    "You deserve to rot to death not be killed by the sword, ha!" He laughed and threw a broken piece of dagger on the ground.
    "Free yourself wih this you foul maggot" He spat on the ground and left to follow his general.
    The girl scrambled back to her feet and struggled after the blade on the ground, tears spilt out of her eyes and her voice started to wail loudly.
    "I will cut you, I will burn your flesh while your soul still remains in your body, you will die by my hand! For my name is Bree !" the girl screamed loudly into the sky.
    Her body wiggled and pushed off the tree, her feet caught the blade in between them and it cut around her feet and ankles. Bree closed her eyes and curled her legs into and ball and passed the broken blade to her hands, the metal had no handle and cut her palms many many times. Bree kept her eyes shut, the Roman battalion would have already be half a days journey away. The rope felt loose on her wrist and Bree was soon going to be free. Free the stalk and take her revenge...
    To be continued