Bloodwork

CHAPTER 1

The small hands reached in the semi-pitched black room for the warmth of his mother's face. Her face had been slashed near no recognition and the small hand reached for a piece of her face that had been spared from the coldness of the blade she had been cut with. His eyes were red and swollen as he continued to dry himself dry of tears. The small boy of ten years of age could see the fear that had been implanted in her face when she was killed. She had been killed trying to protect him from harm. The pain burned deep into his stomach. Not his own pain but that of his now deceased mother laying before him.

He looked at his hands filled with the blood those men had drawn without any mercy from his mother and two sisters. They two sisters laid across the room both of them were older than him and now they laid decapitated. Their pupils dilated and without life. he could not stop crying and he could not get up. He felt his feet and his whole body to become heavier and heavier. As if the guilt of his life not ending along with his family had materialized on top of his body. He did not know what to do his small mind could not comprehend the severity of the situation. He only knew he was all alone now since his father had died two years back. He had cried then too, and he had also not known what to do. His mother had consoled him and made him stop but now that pillar of strength from before was nothing more than a number top be tallied as a victim of the raid. A corpse nothing more.

"Your so damn lucky, you got a virgin."
The boy heard someone say that from outside his house. He could not move and could not even drown out their voices with his hands.
"Yeah you should have been there and heard her squeal. It was magnificent." The second man said laughing.
"Yeah but i got more than enough of that in the last village."
The first replied. Without knowing what he was doing the young boy had grabbed a knife laying on the floor and had rushed out of the house and plunged it inside one of the man's stomach. He was no taller than the man's stomach. The blade drew blood instantly and the second man was in complete shock. The man threw the boy out of his way but the blade had gone too deep and he toppled over under his own weight. The boy was petrified he did not know what he had done. All he knew was that his life was about to end. The life his mother and two sisters had cherished was going to be wasted. Again he mustered strength and got up. The second man drew his blade and swung it at the boy however the boy moved out of the way just in time and rushed for the man thigh. The man screamed in pain and dropped his blade. The boy wasted no time and cut the man troath. He had never used a blade before so the cut was uneven and badly made so the blood came gushing out of the man's throat and splattered all over. The boy stood up but seeing what he had done he lost all his strength and fell to his knees.

"What have I done?" The boy asked almost out of breath.
"You decided to stay alive." A man walked out in plain view and overlooked the small boy who was still on his knees.The man wore a long red cloak and a sword was shimmering at his side. He walked over to the boy and bent down.

"Whats your name?" The man asked slowly.
"Sannan." The boy said half as an involuntary response.
"A good name now i think we should go and see what we can do about this miscreants." Sannan looked up and saw just how tall and strong the man was. He towered over him like a giant wall. The man picked up Sannan and put him on his shoulder.
"My name is Rendan."