1 The River: introduction

It calls my name wherever I go waiting for me to show, calling the villagers as the river slows.

Hearing the beats of the drums ,hearing the screams in the snow looking everywhere and the soldiers stand

blood stained armor in there hands ,dropping them and letting it land, marching as they conquered land.

I run and follow the river as long as it stands stinging my eyes the tears that I cry panting panting as I feel

like I'm dying trying not to remember anything but putting myself inside the snow.as I give up and let go I

pass a village that the river shows ,climbing up mountains and hills. Here I go into the village and stare but all

I can do is be prepared.

My eyes sting like I cut up onions ,my stomach growls like a thousands bears my lips and skin are chapped

like a dying man, and my village is gone because of men.

My throat is dry because I have no words to say but today is a new day so I must rest my head .

I sleep on concrete like I was dead but so people pass by me but they don't understand and as I look up pots

and pans stirring up something grand my sounds and scrapes are bandage and I'm clean as new she looks

a young women with a baby in her hands.

I go back to sleep ,I hear a bunch of drums marching as I go numb I try to help but all I do is watch the blood

of my people spill on the cold heartless snow.

It spills like a river with no end, I jump up panting rasping for breath as I say to myself it's all my fault.

As I look there is a women looking at me in my face like I was crazy, a man sitting in a rocking chair staring at

me with shock I wonder what I have said.

Days has gone by maybe months or years but I'm only a child and still hearing the river call me.

I WANT IT TO STOP CALLING ME I want it to feel like a dream. I tell her and her husband thanks for taking

care of me.

I say bye as I leave walking out the village like I was relieved stomping up up again as my wounds and scars

renew I see another village to go to I grab a horse and we flee.

I look like a old man ready to see the guards are ready to attack but all I do is fall from the horses back.

Once again I've had the dream people screaming the blood of my people spill on the cold snow I try to help

but I go numb.