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the head of the table. His eyes held no emotion. I looked at my mother, her eyes screamed with fear. I looke

e us

ver seen him like this. Was he scared? No. My father was never afraid.

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to touch the food on their plates. Outside the door, you could hear the clicking together of swords. The

cared

her chin. My mother placed her hand over hers in an attempt to give

you to be s

ons. Whenever Mother would tell tales of how he swept her off her feet, I woul

fath

ld who wasn't allowed to be just that. My father started training her to fight with swords when she was just five. Anytime she would hurt

some wat

arge wooden jug on the other end of the table with both hands. The sounds coming from the other side of the walls overs

said they were nothing compared to all the battles he fought. My hands trembled as I held the jug firmly to myself.

is t

just poured water into. Taking his

kill you both. A man of pride that he is would rath

t wasn't made of strong wood, it would hav

. Always be within reach of one another. You both

rtain as they always were. I saw an emotion I had never seen before but I wasn't sure what it was. He nodded his head ligh

er and faster. Just then, the two large wooden doors flung open. Bloody-looking men with swords marched in. My mother immediately rea

terrupt the fa

far and wide. He had a scar that ran across his left eye. He had a frightening look with an eerie of

words...

le. Looking intently at my father wh

family

is neck. Now I was convinced of the emotion I saw in his eyes ea

ld honour your dying

her's and sisters' faces were wet with tears. I watched in total horror as he took out his sword and made

to die first before

ing happened at once. My father's muffled groan. The screams of my mother. The shrill cry of my sister. The breaking o

ied uncontrollably. Degar watched in satisfaction. Spread across his lips was a smile of achievement. The kind of smile

ls and let's

eading towar

d h

de her now dead husband. He looked long and hard at her, not

ll

a kept screaming and crying but I was too numb to do either. I took one last look at my mother as the men dragged us away. Even w

companied by a loud thump. I knew what that meant but I was too scared to look. Nayla ran into my a

it became clear to me what my father meant when he said "To some people, th