Mudfire10

Transylvania: January 1400 “No! No! Don’t! Let me go! Let go!” a man was screaming. The angry people wouldn’t listen to a word of what he was saying. Four people with broad shoulders were holding the arms and legs of the poor man that was struggling to be set free by their grip. The man had chocolate hair and icy-blue eyes… Those eyes though were now full with despair and fear! The once proud and arrogant man was now struggling to get away from them…to live! “No! Take my head off! Cut my head off but not that!” The mob was not listening to him. The man was struggling to get free but on the ot

     You opened the large door that led to your daddy's office, peaking inside the quiet room. Behind the desk sat the disheveled man, his face buried in his hands, fingers shaking.     "What's wrong daddy?" your small voice asked. He lifted his face from his hands, his untidy blond hair stuck out in odd directions while some stuck to the pale skin of his forehead. "Oh..." he stared at you for a moment, coming out of his daze quickly. "nothing sweetie." he replied softly. You frowned as you walked over to him, placing your small hand onto his arm. You quickly glanced down at his desk where small pieces of paper were spread out. On the piece