Eternal Moment: Begining

Eternal Moment:
Beginning

I looked up at the council, who had just sentenced me to exile. I was beaten up, filthy, and I hadn’t eaten for three days.

The head chairmen said something I couldn’t hear and pointed at the door. I looked, and a boy about my age was standing there.

“He shall be your escort out of the country.” The chairmen said to me.

I was led out of the room by one of the guards. He grabbed my long hair, which went halfway down my legs, and pulled so hard that I fell over onto the ground. What had I done? Why wouldn’t anyone tell me?

I regained my stance and kept walking. I wasn’t surprised when rocks were thrown at me once I was outside. My bare feet were covered in dirt and small cuts.

I was taken back to my cell before I left. They let me take a shower, but one of the guards had to watch for security purposes, because there was a large window. He was kind enough to turn the other way while I bathed.

They also gave me some new clothes, as mine were torn all over. The outfit was too big, but I wasn’t aloud to complain. It was a black prisoners dress, and I had to tie it around my waist. It was very itchy, and was made from old, old cloth.

They gave me a small bowl of rice, which I ate in less than a minute.

It was finally time for me to go. The boy was waiting outside the prison for me. He had a horse that was carrying a very large pack.

There was a huge crowd at the city gates. They all threw rocks. None of them missed. The people standing at the top of the city walls pelted me with rotten tomatoes. The boy did nothing. He just kept walking.

We walked for hours before he even turned around. When he finally did, he surprised me by picking me up and putting me on the horse. He got up after me. My hands were tied. He reached his arms around me and grabbed the reins. We started riding.

It was long after nightfall before we stopped. I had fallen asleep, so he took me off the horse and set me on the ground. At least that’s what I can remember.

I was woken up a few hours later, at sunrise, when we continued on our journey. I slept on the horse until we stopped at a town.

He took the horse to a merchant and sold it. He took the pack on his back.

That night he built a fire. We sat there and warmed our hands while we ate our rice. He turned to me and held out his hand.

“My name’s Jeremy.” He said.

I shook his hand. “My name’s Serenity.”

I fell over a large rock in the ground as I was walking toward my mat. My knee was hurt and bleeding. He took out a piece of cloth and tossed it to me. I tied it around my knee.

I fell asleep to the sound of the fire crackling and very quiet music in my memory.