He Carried His Faith And Also His Doom, or The Survivor

by solaris2001

After the massacre, he ran deep into the woods following the overgrown path along the river, clutching his sister, wrapped in bloody swaddling cloth, to his bony chest as the thickets whipped his raw skin. She lay silent and still in his shivering arms as he collapsed against the mossy back of a boulder wedged against the rotting shell of a once mighty oak. An unnatural chill rushed through the still air as the sound of snapping limbs approached from deep in the shadows of the evergreens. As the terror overtook and consumed him, the boy whispered an indiscernible prayer.