Thursday, July 26, 2012

THE RAPE OF A WALEAN VILLAGE

Today's story is about Yelon, a Wale man who tries to rescue his village from Gog's soldiers.

THE GOD GAMES: Legend of Kor...Chapter Six                                                                                  

The stars twinkled in the cold night sky, but Yelon was walking cautiously and paid them no attention. As a Walean man he knew he shouldn't be on the road at night with all the terror going on. In the last year he had lost 164 friends to the soldiers of Gog, either by outright murder or transportation to the camps in Selve.

It was no secret that Gog was running a death camp to exterminate all Waleans. It was so hard to comprehend Gog's purpose. If he succeeded, and killed all of the Wales, who would farm the crops, husband the opalescent fish, or raise the sugar beets properly? The Selves were extremely lazy when it came to hard labor.

Yelon heard loud stomping coming from behind him, and darted off the road and hid in a corn field. Soon he saw a group of about 25 Selvean soldiers, all heavily armed. They were joking about the fun they were about to have, and betting who could use the most women in one hour.

Yelon let the men pass on quite a way before he walked out on the road again. He was shaken and wondered what the soldiers had been planning.

The soldiers were walking in the direction of Yelon's own home town. He shuddered to think what their purpose might be. He felt so frustrated that he had to pace himself carefully so as not to run up on the heels of the soldiers, but he wanted to get past them somehow and warn the villagers.

Suddenly, Yelon found himself only 20 feet behind the soldiers. They had stopped to swill whiskey to stave off the chill night air. Yelon jumped into an adjacent corn field. This was his opportunity to get around the soldiers if only the soldiers didn't hear him rustling in the corn. He got down on his hands and knees and gently moved through the stalks. When he figured he had passed the soldiers, he cautiously peeked out, saw that the coast was clear, and began to run down the road to his village.

The only place open in the little village was Dunt's Tavern. Yelon burst through the doors and sounded the alarm that the soldiers were just down the road. No one challenged him, they just got up and ran out the door to their respective homes. Yelon ran after them, yelling that the Selves were coming, until he came to his own home. he threw open his front door and yelled for his wife and children. Quickly, he bundled everybody up, took their hands, and ran for the corn fields. Once there, he cleared a spot on the ground and they all laid down and hid.

Women's screaming split the air, men's voices orked in warning, and little children were crying. Shots rang out. People were running every which way as the Wales sought out escape routes. But there were none. Before people could reach the corn fields, they were shot in the back. Bodies littered the ground; the shooting continued. The rancid smell of smoke began to fill the air. Yelon peeked and saw that most of the homes and buildings in the village were on fire.

Yelon heard a rustling and roaring sound and realized that the soldiers had set the corn on fire.

Holding the children's hands, Yelon and his wife crouched down and ran, as fast as they could, through the corn towards the river. There were caves in the foothills across the river, if they could just elude the soldiers, they could hide out there. They came to the edge of the corn field and everything looked clear.

Yelon, carrying his two sons, and his wife carrying their little girl, darted out of the corn and ran pell-mell towards the river. They reached the shore and plunged into the ice cold water.

More shots rang out. Five innocent bodies caught in the river's current and floated downstream.


Tomorrow we go on an adventure with Ed to see and meet with General Adam Coleman of the Walean Army.


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