The Other side

Dragon Treasure

Three figures, two large and one small, appeared in the rugged landscape. They were heading up towards the mountain range. The grown men went first, carrying longbows over their shoulders and swords and axes at their hips. The boy, who must have been about ten years old, came a little behind them with a heavy sack on his back. It was starting to get dark, the land was unknown and the men were looking for a place to settle down before nightfall. The boy hoped they would find it soon, his back ached and he felt his legs shaking, it was too easy to fall and hurt himself.

Three persons walking upwards in the mountains

The three of them were the only ones alive after the attack, three days ago. The villagers had attacked the camp early in the morning, slaughtering everyone they found. Joel, Boaz, and Dan had gone on a fishing trip. When they returned to camp later in the day, they were met with a horrific sight. A smoking pile of bodies that had been their friends and family, tents and valuables looted. The boy didn’t want to think about it.

Joel and Boaz gathered the fish they had caught and the things they found that could be used, wrapped them in some old skins and loaded Dan’s sack. They acted quickly, with their weapons ready, the villagers might return and look for more. The three of them set off towards the mountains. Beyond the plain, it was said, lay foreign lands. There they could settle and build a new life. They talked about the future as they lay by the fire, thinking Dan was asleep.

Continues every week, I hope

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