Stories

The Ancestor

It had returned. It was a story all too trite and familiar to anyone hearing it. The raiders had returned, come to burn, loot, and destroy until there was nothing left.

The farmer’s wife had already been taken by them, he would never walk the same way again either after they beat him half to death and carried her into the night. They would not get his children.

Inside the crypt it was dark and cold but that’s not what sent shivers down the farmer’s spine. It was the knowledge that there was no taking back what he was about to do, his ancestor’s sin must be awakened if that’s what it took to save his family.

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