Villager.

I still remember that day, the day when all of our lives changed forever. Even now with my life draning out of me I can clearly recall sitting on the porch of the house that I had just built with my own hands, my own house.

That winter day was surprisingly warm and sunny. The village children were all happily playing outside. When suddenly I heard people screaming.--“Oh god! They are here” was what everyone was saying. “The legends were true” panic was rising upon the village. I was really confused. What is happening? What is all this fuss about? I tried to stop a few people and ask what’s wrong but I was ignored, they were all rushing somewhere.

I decided to follow and see what the huge crowd ahead of me was looking at. I tried to get through, to at least take a peak when I saw them….

I felt sick to my stomach, I looked down again, a huge army with a complete ensemble of a helmets, shields, chainmail shirts, swords, and axes was approaching the mountain where our village sad atop. They weren’t the normal soldiers that sometimes wandered into our vast woods which are isolated from the rest of Spain. They were huge men who looked ruthless, but in a more barbaric way.

People started running in terror, trying to get away. But it was useless there was only one way out from our village and that’s right towards these barbarians.
Everything else was a blur; I tried to get to my family, while all around me people were being slaughtered. I was climbing a rock when suddenly my hand slipped and everything went black.

I woke up in a cave, tried to get out but a huge rock that fell along with me blocked the way out.

I have been sitting here ever since, for 6 days without any food and just a flagon of water. I feel like a fool, instead of dying an honorable death defending my family, I’m stuck in this ridiculous situation. By now I have no hope that anyone in the village is alive. I’ve heard the screams, the pain and the tortures. It was devastating to listen to it all without being able to help.

My family, my wife who I loved more than life itself and my daughter were probably all brutally murdered.

I decided to write it all down, to leave something behind because I don’t think I’ll make it any further.

People have to know what happened.

I don’t want to be forgotten