Corn By: Melody

Corn By: Melody

Fortresses sit tall and grand, swaying bridges swing from one side to another in the cold wind, messengers sprint from roads to road carrying the message from city to city. Furry four legged animals carried pot and cloth as the trader lead it down the long road. Tall, tall, temples stood high in the air for a few reasons, and one is for . . . sacrifices.

Eighteen year old Corn was lead down a trail to a temple. For sacrificing. Corn had fought hard for his homeland but in the end they still won over his homeland and everyone in it. He was captured in battle and was taken to here. Now under the command of He Who Sees Everything or something along the lines of that, Corn was to be sacrificed to the gods. Corn wanted more than anything to be of use to his homeland. But now he is getting walked to the temple to get sacrificed for the enemies land. Who had killed all of his family and friends and had taken over his home. “I hate them I hate them,”Corn chanted under his breath hoping that this would magically make them give back his old life. Corn looked around and saw joyful faces laughing and talking as he walked. He wonder how these people could live such a happy life with it such a savage army with so much blood on their hands. Corn suddenly smelled something. It was a delicious scent. He turned his head and saw small creatures that look like pigs with fur on them get cooked.

He walked toward the smell of the food but was pulled back by the nobles walking him to the temple, “Guinea pigs. To bad you’ll never get to taste them,” the noble said savagely.

He looked longingly at the food but kept on walking and chanting, “I hate them I hate them.” As he kept on walking the noble in front of him waved at someone. The person was holding a weird looking piece of rope with loads of other knots and ropes on it. The person waved back then turned and kept on messing with the rope. “Is he playing with a baby’s toy?” Corn thought. Corn opened his mouth to say something about it. But decided not to. For some reason Corn knew that the person with the rope would be furious if he told him that he thought that he was playing with a toy. The rope person sat down and seemed to have started to count potatoes. Corn would have stared at the rope person forever if the nobles haven’t pulled him forward.

The commoner’s homes started turning into great temples and Corn knew that he was not going to be in this world for a very long time. Corn gulped. He wondered what it would feel like. Would he feel it? Would he ever remember a thing again? Will he ever see another thing? Or will he appear on the other side. The nobles lead him straight toward one of the tallest temples with blood covered stair. The reality hit him hard. Tall stairs lead up to the place where he would take his last breath. He started up the stairs.

Three months later news came: A eighteen year old boy has killed many nobles to escape sacrifice. He has disappeared but we will find him. 10,000 pieces of gold reward for him. DEAD OR ALIVE.