Role

Chapter 3

When he awoke he was wracked with pain, the man had proceeded to beat
Him when he was passed out. He woke with blood and bruises all over him
But nothing broken. His hands had been unbound and he was lying in the sty
Still with the pigs. He reached his hand up to his neck and found it searing
With pain and still open from the burns. He made his way back to the cabin
And found it hard to keep his head from thrashing wildly to the side from
Time to time. When he got inside he spotted an inkwell near his mother's
Corner and proceeded to up end it onto the floor. He smeared his hand
In the ink and rubbed it all about his neck upon the open wounds of the
Burning chain. He then looked around the cabin as if he had never seen it
Before and he heard moaning sounds coming from his mothers room.
He calmly walked up to the door to his mothers room and quietly opened
It to see his mother straddling the man that had just caused him so much harm.
He then quietly and calmly walked over to his mothers bedside and crouched
To pick up the man's sword from near his pants on the floor. As he rose with
The sword he drew it high into the air with no expression on his face and
Drove it clean through his mother, the man and the bed into the floor beneath.

After he cleaned himself of the filth of the pig sty he quietly gathered a pack
Of bread and water, some traveling boots and the sword from his mother's
Back and set out of the cabin into the woods to never return to his village.