Gifts

Just as I was about to speak, a middle-aged man with a missing arm came rushing into the hall and stood between me and the small girl.

Extreme terror and fear painted his expressions as he looked at me as if I was a revenant ghost of horror.

He then came crashing down on the ground slamming his head as hard as humanly possible against the ground, begging.

"PLEASE! She did nothing wrong! Please!" the man spoke.

"F-father!" the girl spoke as she looked at who appeared to be her dad in a never before scene position.

"Please! Let her be if you still wish to have my hide take it! Just don't harm her, she did nothing wrong! Please!"

The people around me looked attentively at the scene and didn't dare speak up.

The girl on the other hand came down and was trying to help her father to stand up, but he adamantly refused.

"Please!" he begged once more.