Silver Eyes: Prologue

Prologue

(Note: Any dialogue within ' ' and not  " " is said in Persian)

Arman 

'Arman!'

The young Persian boy ignored his brother's cries. Their mother was in trouble-

Raiders were common here, especially in small towns like these. They rob everything; plates, baskets, goods.

Even humans.

If they didn't kill their mother, they would sell her as a slave.

Arman pulled his sword free from the sheath, highly doubt he could do much damage though; it was only made out of wood after all.

He turned the corner and his greatest nightmares came to life. His mother- being dragged towards a caravan by raiders.

The raiders covered their faces with scarfs to hide their identities as well as protecting their faces from the desert sands.

Two of them were holding his mother by her arms and legs while two more were tossing a corpse aside. Arman couldn't even turn to face the remains of his father; he couldn't grieve now.

He raised his sword and charged.

One of the raiders simply smacked Arman aside and he fell to the dirt.

'What do we have here?' The raider walked up to him. 'A hero huh?'

Arman tried getting to his feet but the Raider kicked him back down.

'No, don't get up.' He pulled the sword of out it's sheath and put the point to Arman's neck.

'Arman!" His mother screamed, struggling against her captors grip.

'You're together huh?' The raider laughed. 'Well then, if you don't want your child to die then you come quietly.' The raider pushed the tip of the blade deeper into Arman's flesh, drawing a scarlet tear.

Arman's mother paused for a moment and then nodded grimly. 'Okay. I'll follow you.'

'No, mother!' Arman shouted but the tip of the blade dug deeper into his flesh and made him stop.

The raiders dragged his mother towards the caravan.

(WIP)