Sunday, May 7, 2006

Zayn-Part 1
This is something that I have written recently, and I like it. It's kind of long, so i'll put it up in pieces so I don't overwhelm my fans...

The darkness began to feel heavy, as if it were pushing down on him. Zayn knew this feeling; danger was very near.
Zayn stopped running, he heard a bowstring tighten behind him. He slowly turned his head to see the sharp tip of the arrow pointed at him from only a few feet away. Zayn tightened his grip on his sword; his fingers immediately found their place on the grooves of the hilt. But before he had the chance to strike, he heard the horrifying sound of four more bowstrings.
In the thick darkness, the enemy’s outline slowly became visible behind the arrows. Zayn cursed inwardly, he had gotten himself surrounded; he had been too careless.
Zayn ran his thumb up and down on the sword’s rough hilt. He couldn’t attack five people at once, and if he went for one, he would feel the searing pain of four more arrows. Despite his situation, Zayn’s pride wouldn’t allow him to admit defeat.
Surprisingly, instead of feeling an arrow, Zayn felt someone kick him in his back. He clumsily stumbled forward. The attacker from behind took advantage of Zayn’s surprise, clenched his fist and punched Zayn right below his neck. He used enough strength to cause Zayn to fall onto his knees.
Unable to recover quick enough, Zayn had to endure the brutal beating of five men. His sword was forcefully wrenched from his hand. He was helpless; he couldn’t even defend himself.
In Zayn’s mind, he had to endure the pain for hours. He was never able to get up, there was never a moment that someone wasn’t hitting him or keeping on the ground. Then finally, after endless torment, he was shown mercy. Unfortunately, Zayn was too weak to take advantage of this break from pain. Unable to get up himself, Zayn was grabbed under each arm and pulled up. He was then dragged along the dirt path. He spotted his sword on the belt of the man carrying him on his left.
After being dragged for a half an hour, Zayn’s arms now ached even more. By his surroundings, he knew they were getting close to his escorts’ destination. There was a cluster of tents made from canvas. All the tents formed a large circle. All the openings of the tents pointed inward. In the center of the circle there was a raging fire. The top of the fire reached higher than any of the tents.
Near the fire, in a fairly large space between two tents, stood two trees. The top and bottom of a hammock was tied to each tree. Zayn was being dragged to that hammock. He knew that he was soon going to meet the leader of the clan.
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