Kidnapped to Serve Yours Truly
So I got this idea while listening to music. It's about a boy named Thomas who's 14 and is kidnapped from his home to work for the princess of Dimong. I would like to warn that it gets gory and some parts. And also it's a tragedy. I already have an idea for the sequal so I would be very thankfull if you comment any ideas. Thank you for reading:D
â€œWhere am I going?â€ I asked myself standing up.
I peered out the window just in time to see the sign that said, â€œCome againâ€. I had left my home town to who knows where. I sat down and let the reality settle in. I had been kidnapped. Would anyone notice I was gone? Surely grandpa would. Would they come searching for me?
I dug my head between my knees feeling ready to cry. Who would be so stone hearted as to kidnap someone away from their home?
I just sat in silence for a while listening to the horses footsteps and keeping myself from falling over at every bump.
The cart came to a sudden stop making me tumble sideways. Rubbing my skull I sat up and I heard outside the door to the cart a sound like someone undoing a lock. The door swung open to the same man who brought the letter. The same gray hair pulled back in a ponytail longer than mine and rich looking outfit with tights.
â€œWeâ€™re here.â€ He said climbing in. â€œYour new home awaits.â€
I stand up and cautiously walk out of the cart. The sunlight hurt my eyes and the noise was deafening.
â€œWhere have you brought me?â€ I yelled to the man over the noise.
â€œWhy, to Dimong of course.â€ He answered. â€œThis is your new home. This is where you will be serving the princess.â€
â€œSo you kidnapped me?â€
â€œWell your birthdays tomorrow and you havenâ€™t answered our request.â€
â€œBut I donâ€™t belong here.â€
â€œYes you do. You always did. Now come with me. I will show you to the castle.â€ He pushed through the crowd, me rushing to catch up with him.
â€œWhy didnâ€™t we just use the carriage?â€ I asked out of breath.
â€œIf I did I would run people over. You see how busy the streets are.â€
â€œIs it like this every day?â€
â€œyes.â€ And he let out a small laugh. â€œAh, here we are.â€