I crouch with my hands tied behind me. The ropes dig into my wrists, causing them to bleed. The warriors of the Shadow sit around the rekindled fire.
“What do we do with the boy?” one growls.
“Kill ‘im!” they shout.
“How?” says the first.
“Burn ‘im alive! Cut off ‘is head! Stab ‘im, just like ‘e stabbed the Shadow!”
These and many other gruesome ideas of how to kill me roar from the crowd.
One of the warriors looks over at me, and harshly hushes the others.
My fate is set. The manner of my death remains a mystery.
Wow. Last line is so surprising!!
ReplyDeleteOooo! Can't wait to see what happens next!
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