All of the sudden, I couldn’t believe what I saw before me. A mass of jaded monks. They were in their usual circle, repeating hackneyed chants and performing monotonous rituals. I took a step closer, just to see what they might be circled around when it happened. The chants stopped and the rituals ceased. In unison, they turned their heads toward me. Their angry eyes and stone cold faces made me lurid. I wasn’t sure what to do but the petulant innuendo in their faces showed otherwise.
I took a step back and they started the chant again, except they weren’t in their circle anymore- they were coming after me! I turned around and picked up my pace. I still heard their chants behind me which only made me walk even faster. I ran through the forest and then I found myself in front of a farmland. It was such a relief. The farmer was out tending to his fields with his son running about, playing with the dog.
I glanced behind me and the chanting was still a little while off so I decided to sit down and take it easy. The breeze was very nice and cooling. It combed through the wheat and grass, making a soft “shh” sound. I leaned against an oak tree, sat in the umbrage and shut my eyes so I could assuage my sleepiness. Before I knew it, I’d fallen fast asleep.
I finally woke but had no idea where I was. I lifted my head and saw my hands hooked onto a thick log, tied at the wrists. I peeked through the hole my tied up arms made to see my ankles were tied around the log too. I tried wiggling out of the ties but they were tight and in a major knot. Obviously the person who tied me up did a very well job at that.
I looked all around me. I finally remembered where I was. I was back in the forest! I yelled for help, screaming at the top of my lungs for someone to come intercede or even to expostulate for me!
The monks returned a few moments later with someone else, too, and who it was surprised me. Out of the dark woods, they elicited the farmer and his boy. They weren’t tied up like I was but their hands were bound together as if handcuffs were on them.
The farmer said, “Although you don’t know me, I want to let you know that you are free to go. I will be taking your place on that alter there.”
What he said shocked me. I hadn’t even met the guy before and here he is- taking my place. As I was thinking about all this, the monks untied me. I stood up, took the farmer’s boy’s hand and as we walked away, they began to tie up the farmer and chant again. I looked over to the boy and he had tears trickling down his cheeks.
“So, why did your father take my place there?” I asked the boy.
He responded with, “Because he heard of what happened and says that you shouldn’t die just for curiosity. He saw the monks tyin’ you up as you were slumberin’ and tried to reason with them but they wouldn’t let you go. They said the only way they’d let you go is if there was someone who would replace you and that’s when Pop offered himself as ransom.”
I opened my eyes and sat up. I pushed away the covers and looked out the window. It was a beautiful day out, the breeze blowing through the grass and wheat with a farmer tending to his fields and his boy running around, playing with the family’s dog.
Another fiction story that I had to write for school. Enjoy! Written 9-25-07 11:34 AM