The Shadow Games
You listen closely as your father forces out a few last words, "I'm sorry...son for getting you...involved in all of this." "I just thought it would all go away." Tears stream down his face...and then he shuts his eyes for good.
Your body shakes w/ uncontrollable sobbing. Too much to bear, and just to think how this day had started off like any other. Peaceful and serene. But now this.
"Why!?" you think mournfully. Then the thought hits you amidst your tears. The returning thought of what your father had said. What did he mean about being sorry for getting you involved in this. What had he gotten you into and how?
You decide to put these thoughts aside for now and tend to the bodies.
It is an ardous task. It tears you in two as you bring your fallen family members and place them side by side in a dirt grave. The only thing you have for a tombstone is makeshift cross that you throw together in short order.
You are weary in all aspects. Mentally. Emotionally. Physically. You stumble to the nearby garden (the only thing left of your homestead) and collapse on a stone bench.
After a rest you rise and gather what things you can find that are salvagable. You make your way to the graves of your family and bid them a farewell. Tears are shed.
"This really isn't goodbye. We will all be together again eventually, in peace like things are supposed to be." You turn and look to where your father is buried, the thoughts of what he said linger in your mind.
You kneel and place a single flower beneath the cross and then turning swiftly set off on the beginning at what you feel will be quite a journey.
Your body shakes w/ uncontrollable sobbing. Too much to bear, and just to think how this day had started off like any other. Peaceful and serene. But now this.
"Why!?" you think mournfully. Then the thought hits you amidst your tears. The returning thought of what your father had said. What did he mean about being sorry for getting you involved in this. What had he gotten you into and how?
You decide to put these thoughts aside for now and tend to the bodies.
It is an ardous task. It tears you in two as you bring your fallen family members and place them side by side in a dirt grave. The only thing you have for a tombstone is makeshift cross that you throw together in short order.
You are weary in all aspects. Mentally. Emotionally. Physically. You stumble to the nearby garden (the only thing left of your homestead) and collapse on a stone bench.
After a rest you rise and gather what things you can find that are salvagable. You make your way to the graves of your family and bid them a farewell. Tears are shed.
"This really isn't goodbye. We will all be together again eventually, in peace like things are supposed to be." You turn and look to where your father is buried, the thoughts of what he said linger in your mind.
You kneel and place a single flower beneath the cross and then turning swiftly set off on the beginning at what you feel will be quite a journey.