Things We Lost

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Chapter 17 (v.1) - Things We Did

Submitted: November 22, 2016

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Submitted: November 22, 2016




As I planned, the people were not happy with my decision. They threw eggs at Alvin's hut this morning as I prepared what I was going to do. I plan to execute he chief and let the prisoner that is suppose to be executed go. It's almost like letting the guilty party go free, throwing the murderer back in the street, either way I will be out of office. 

"Looks as if it's your lucky day." Alvin said to the girl I was suppose to kill. "Loki here has granted you freedom."

Her gazed disturbed me, she looked at me as if I was the one in the cage and she was the captor.

"You're too kind sir." Her voice was like a siren. 

She made her broken spirit look beautiful, she made strong look invincible. She walked with the weight of the world on her shoulders as she stepped out from her cell, but the weight was like a pair of wings, moving her through the air faster then anyone. 

She tripped, gracefully falling, I caught her with one quick move. She placed her hand on my shoulder and whispered to me these words as I helped her up. "You will never regret being kind. Your Soren higher now."

I knew this girl. Where have I seen her before? I watched her leave the prison, her walk so soft and delicate. 

"Nathaniel?" Alvin asked. "You ready to kill the chief?"

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't." I laughed. 

The two of us went out into the court yard where a loop of rope hung on a tree branch. The chief's neck was inside that loop, he was standing on a bucket. Any second now he will be dead, and his blood will be on my hands. 

"By the power, which could be taken from me at any time!" I announced, waiting for them to kick me off, the crowd stayed silent. "I now give the order to execute the chief of the tribe."

A man ran over to Alvin, whispering something into his ear. I watched as the people gazed at their chief as a man kicked the bucket from his legs, immediately he was dead on the spot. 

"The chief is dead." The executioner stated. 

"By me." I assured the people. "I killed the chief!"

Alvin grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back to whisper something into my ear. 

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you luck is just too great." Alvin whispered. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked. 

"The chief was communicating with the Saxons this whole time. They found the letters in his house."

"No." I groaned, of course, of freaking corse this had to happen. I just can't get voted out of this stupid system. 

"Also you inherit all of the chiefs responsibilities." Alvin added. "So yeah."

I rub my fingers through my hair and place them on the back of my neck. I just can't come up with a good plan. Should I just go around killing all the chickens in the land, or do I say the people can't use water, do I tax them, do I beat them? How can I get out of here? 

I listen to Alvin give the news about their traitor chief to the tribe. He is so open about his speech, like he can speak all he can envision. Which is saying something considering he only has one eye. 

Now the people will rejoice in my name, sing my story at campfires for generations to come. All because I can't do a single thing wrong. 


"I hear the chief's son is looking for a bone to pick with you." Alvin tells me a few hours later. 

We had gathered with the rest of the tribe at the bar. I see the girl I set free in the corner, I can now remember her name, Stinger. She was her last time I was. Her white hair was like sunshine in the darkness as she drank from her cup. 

"Tell him I'm busy." I say. 

"Sure thing." Alvin laughs, pouring another round for himself. "Speaking of upcoming events."


"The Winter Ball is tomorrow night." Alvin gives me a look. "And I hear a lot of ladies will be there."


"Yeah, ladies. Lots of them."


"So many."


I can't believe what he is saying. Ladies? What ladies are there in this tribe? Everyone here is a castaway, no one is a gentleman or a lady.

"Some are quite wealthy." Alvin tries to convince me again. "Looks are quite something here as well."

"Ok." I hesitate. "I'll go, but you are not making me asking any of these ladies to dance."

"Deal bud."

We bag out cups together and take a huge swig before leaving the bar.

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