Post by Artigas on Mar 18, 2016 0:10:35 GMT
The day had started out fairly normal for Artigas, tensions had been running high ever since a fresh wave of Skaikru ships had come crashing to the ground, however as of yet they had not caused any further problems for the village. Not since the three hundred Trikru warriors had been killed in the ring of fire, everybody knew about it, even the youngest child because of how easily a whole unit of warriors was defeated by a group of unorganised, poorly trained children. Artigas had spent the day sparring with the other children and the atmosphere had been fairly relaxed considering the fact that the village was located relatively close to the Skaikru's base.
However, all of that quickly changed as the sun went down. The boy had retired to his bed after his parents and settled down to sleep. Sleep often found him easily, especially since most of his days were spent trying to better himself as a warrior. Shortly after drifting off, alarmed cries roused him from his slumber and he'd stumbled outside after his father to discover that somehow their food store had caught fire, whilst trying to battle the flames two Sky people made an unexpected appearance. They had weapons of their own, guns and everybody within the village knew of the damage such a weapon could do. The ring leader demanded to speak to the head of their village but Indra was not there, Artigas wasn't sure where the chief was but he hadn't seen her all day, it was possible that she'd left early that morning before he'd woken. So his father had taken charge of the situation, it was revealed that they were searching for their people.
No Sky people had been taken to their village, Artigas had never seen one up close until that moment, he had not been allowed to get close to their camp, it was considered too dangerous for the Seconds as they had yet to complete their training. They had been forced to kneel in a pen like they were no more than animals, forced to kneel in the mud as the Skaikru boys demanded to know where there people were. They found clothing that belonged to them, but they hadn't taken anybody, they hadn't killed anyone, they'd found those things, scavenged from the abandoned Skaikru camp, or rather the scouts had. If they had known how much trouble it was going to cause, Artigas was sure that they wouldn't have bothered. Artigas was sure that they should just take their chances and try to overpower the boys, there were just two of them, granted that there weren't many warriors in the village, it was mainly children and the elderly, but they had the numbers on their side.
Everything had gone bad quickly, there had been talk that Delana had sent them, he wanted revenge for being cast out for his crimes. One of the boys had aimed his gun at Nyko as he attempted to explain about the situation. This had set everyone on edge, they were already terrified of Skaikru, they'd heard about what happened to the warriors that tried to oppose them. Many of them had lost loved ones to these savages and yet they still continued to terrorise them. Many of the younger children were huddled with their mothers, their small forms quaked with fear and even as the two boys turned to leave the tensions continued to rise until suddenly something snapped. In an attempt to escape one of the elders jumped the fence and began to flee from the village, he was immediately gunned down and crumpled to the floor instantly. Artigas could remember the knot of anger within his belly at seeing his village threatened, an innocent man murdered just for trying to escape the danger he was in. It was just too much for the boy to just sit by and watch Skaikru 'warriors' threaten the village and the people he was supposed to protect. He was a warrior, it was his job, to just sit and allow them to slaughter his people was out of the question. Letting out a angry growl, the boy had leaped the fence despite his fathers protests but before he'd taken more than a couple of steps the familiar sound of gunfire ripped through the air and an excrutiating pain ripped through his stomach. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, once when he was a child he'd been kicked by a horse and he'd thought that pain had been unbearable but this was worse, much worse. It was like somebody had set his insides on fire, he wanted to scream but no sound would escape him, his legs gave way and clutching his stomach he collapsed to the floor, his vision began to blur and the last thing he heard before he drifted out of consciousness was the continued sound of gunfire.
Silence greeted Artigas now as he slowly opened his eyes, he could feel the dull pain in his abdomen, it was the only thing that assured him that he was alive. He wasn't sure how, he was sure that the pain he had felt that night would kill him, he was sure that his insides had been set on fire and he'd been left to burn. But the burning was gone now, replaced with this dull throbbing, the pain was still there but it was less. He was sure that he was in his own bed, he recognised the room that he lay in now but as he tried to shift to get a better look an involuntary groan escaped his lips. He felt light headed and every time he moved sent a fresh wave of pain and nausea rushing over him. "Nontu?" he called out for his father, his eyes widening as the events from the previous night rushed back to him "Nontu!" his father had been there, with the guns and the boys, the shooting, he'd heard so much shooting. He couldn't get the sound of gunfire out of his head, he wasn't sure how he'd got back into his bed or who'd patched him up and taken away his pain. But he knew that he had to find out if his father was okay, he hadn't seen him fall but that meant nothing, he could've easily been murdered after he'd blacked out. How many of his friends had been killed? He didn't know. He knew that he had not been the last one to feel the burning bite of the guns bullets that night.
@nyko
However, all of that quickly changed as the sun went down. The boy had retired to his bed after his parents and settled down to sleep. Sleep often found him easily, especially since most of his days were spent trying to better himself as a warrior. Shortly after drifting off, alarmed cries roused him from his slumber and he'd stumbled outside after his father to discover that somehow their food store had caught fire, whilst trying to battle the flames two Sky people made an unexpected appearance. They had weapons of their own, guns and everybody within the village knew of the damage such a weapon could do. The ring leader demanded to speak to the head of their village but Indra was not there, Artigas wasn't sure where the chief was but he hadn't seen her all day, it was possible that she'd left early that morning before he'd woken. So his father had taken charge of the situation, it was revealed that they were searching for their people.
No Sky people had been taken to their village, Artigas had never seen one up close until that moment, he had not been allowed to get close to their camp, it was considered too dangerous for the Seconds as they had yet to complete their training. They had been forced to kneel in a pen like they were no more than animals, forced to kneel in the mud as the Skaikru boys demanded to know where there people were. They found clothing that belonged to them, but they hadn't taken anybody, they hadn't killed anyone, they'd found those things, scavenged from the abandoned Skaikru camp, or rather the scouts had. If they had known how much trouble it was going to cause, Artigas was sure that they wouldn't have bothered. Artigas was sure that they should just take their chances and try to overpower the boys, there were just two of them, granted that there weren't many warriors in the village, it was mainly children and the elderly, but they had the numbers on their side.
Everything had gone bad quickly, there had been talk that Delana had sent them, he wanted revenge for being cast out for his crimes. One of the boys had aimed his gun at Nyko as he attempted to explain about the situation. This had set everyone on edge, they were already terrified of Skaikru, they'd heard about what happened to the warriors that tried to oppose them. Many of them had lost loved ones to these savages and yet they still continued to terrorise them. Many of the younger children were huddled with their mothers, their small forms quaked with fear and even as the two boys turned to leave the tensions continued to rise until suddenly something snapped. In an attempt to escape one of the elders jumped the fence and began to flee from the village, he was immediately gunned down and crumpled to the floor instantly. Artigas could remember the knot of anger within his belly at seeing his village threatened, an innocent man murdered just for trying to escape the danger he was in. It was just too much for the boy to just sit by and watch Skaikru 'warriors' threaten the village and the people he was supposed to protect. He was a warrior, it was his job, to just sit and allow them to slaughter his people was out of the question. Letting out a angry growl, the boy had leaped the fence despite his fathers protests but before he'd taken more than a couple of steps the familiar sound of gunfire ripped through the air and an excrutiating pain ripped through his stomach. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, once when he was a child he'd been kicked by a horse and he'd thought that pain had been unbearable but this was worse, much worse. It was like somebody had set his insides on fire, he wanted to scream but no sound would escape him, his legs gave way and clutching his stomach he collapsed to the floor, his vision began to blur and the last thing he heard before he drifted out of consciousness was the continued sound of gunfire.
Silence greeted Artigas now as he slowly opened his eyes, he could feel the dull pain in his abdomen, it was the only thing that assured him that he was alive. He wasn't sure how, he was sure that the pain he had felt that night would kill him, he was sure that his insides had been set on fire and he'd been left to burn. But the burning was gone now, replaced with this dull throbbing, the pain was still there but it was less. He was sure that he was in his own bed, he recognised the room that he lay in now but as he tried to shift to get a better look an involuntary groan escaped his lips. He felt light headed and every time he moved sent a fresh wave of pain and nausea rushing over him. "Nontu?" he called out for his father, his eyes widening as the events from the previous night rushed back to him "Nontu!" his father had been there, with the guns and the boys, the shooting, he'd heard so much shooting. He couldn't get the sound of gunfire out of his head, he wasn't sure how he'd got back into his bed or who'd patched him up and taken away his pain. But he knew that he had to find out if his father was okay, he hadn't seen him fall but that meant nothing, he could've easily been murdered after he'd blacked out. How many of his friends had been killed? He didn't know. He knew that he had not been the last one to feel the burning bite of the guns bullets that night.
@nyko
