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My Medieval Story

June 10th, 2007

My Medieval Story by Natalia 12

Here I am sitting in my smoky, smelly soggy home. My mother is cooking something muddy in color and putrid in smell and I really don’t want to eat it. Even though it’s my birthday we just can’t afford to make something more appetizing or else we would starve for the rest of the week. Really the only exciting prospect of today is that the travelers are coming to our part of the city. The way of the travelers is shrouded in mystery, nobody knows where they come from or what they are called but what everybody does know is that they are some kind of fortune tellers. And if you come to them they will tell you exactly what will happen to you. Many people doubt them but they are always completely accurate in what they tell you. I really want to see them but my mother is forever telling me that they are witches and cannot be trusted. I sit in the damp hay leaning against the soft rotten wood of our house and think how I am going to escape….. I urge my weary mind to think of some solution to my problem but when I have just given up hope my mother comes bustling up to me saying, “Here is some money for you to buy something nice at the market”,she declared “I know it’s not much but it’s the best we can do”. I gratefully accept the money and boldly step out the front door. I sprint down the street along past the market and dodge flying buckets full of gunge and carefully step over horrible remains near the butcher. I am completely out of breath when the small rickety hut in which the travelers stay in is finally close. When I am inside the hut I notice a small patterned woman sitting on a stool.She notices me and fixes a cold hard glare at me. She strides towards me with a look of pure hatred on her face. She points her finger at me and I am paralyzed with fear. “You”, she growls “You are the daughter of the woman who had us evicted from here.She gathered a mob of villagers and threatened to kill us if we did not go. I have been expecting you and a devastating fate awaits you, the perfect way to get revenge.” I listen; terrified as she chants words in an exotic language in a menacing tone.She must be using some kind of witchcraft! She shrieks and turns towards me.I feel as if my heart has stopped beating and my blood turns cold and my face turns purple and then I collapse I don’t know how long it was before I wake up but the woman is standing over me and as soon as my eyes start to focus there’s a huge pressure on my lungs and I can’t breathe my world turns red and I can’t keep going and I lie dead blood seeping out my heart.The woman gives a hearty laugh and snarls “That will show them, DEAD and on her birthday too”.

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