A story I wrote a year ago count is a little over 800 words.
Explanation:
It was a perfect day, long ago in a time forgotten by man and living beast of this age, living on a small island, isolated from the world. On this island was a tribe of men and women who shared the duties of survival. Living in peace for years with little violence, and beautiful children. Sunny days to walk the shore line and play games in the long grass, or sit outside and drink ale, and spirits.
However, on the darkest of days. Clouds covered the island, and mass panic struck out; while it rained fire from the sky. The villagers ran in circles, grabing at the young ones to pull them inside to safety. For they were unsure on how to respond to this unseen threat. As the smoldering smoke swirled, clearing to reveal a ship descending from the heavens. Confused by this, the village chief Etheldreda went to wait for the ship to land. As he stood there brave and true, eyeing the ship with a definitive look upon his face, the ramp of the ship let loose and landed. A man. No taller than he started to walk from the ship. Clad in a navy blue vest, gray tight pants, a leather halter holding his sword inches from the ground, and a flintlock on the other side.
The chief braced himself, looking stern and strong his motive to not show any fear.
“You must be the chief?” The man from the ship said with a half evil grin.
“Yes they call me such.”
“How is it you speak our language?”
“Easy when some such as yourselves have come to me. Yet here I come to you in search of more” The captain told him. The chief was unsure of the man’s motives but feared the worst. “Tell me, stranger. You seek what, here in my homeland?” He asked gesturing behind him to the village.
“I seek only the might of a nation, to keep all at bay for me. More or less I want this land to be mine.” The sleek man said with a smirk. The chief looked toward his tribe and village before speaking.
“You say this yet you shoot fire from the sky killing my people?” The Captain takes a deep breath inhaling the foul smoke of burning wood and flesh.
“Yes old man I do. It's simple really. I keep some of your people alive to make you happy, but kill a good amount to not resist me. I humble my pray before making it subdue to me.” The chief looked around at his village in ruins, “ You seek to rule an unruly bunch. I’ve learned over my lifetime never to try to take things that are not given.” As the chief said this he drew his own sword, at the ready to protect what is rightfully his.
The man at this point grinned a truly fierce wicked smile. As his sword scrapped the sheth. In one stroke which seemed like seconds as time stood still, and in one fluid movement took the chief's head, sending it spiraling toward the feet of a small child. Men and women of the village tried to take the man down only to fall at the end of his sword before he even noticed the small child staring into the eyes of the severed head. He approached the child slowly, blade at the ready to strike him down, yet as he came closer he saw no fear in the child who just stared at him with definece. “Boy? Tell me your name.” he said in the child's language. Not a word came from the child only silence, and that seemed like defiance.
“Child I will not ask your name again or fall like the others of your tribe.” he said, snarling at the child, yet he couldn’t bring himself to strike when the child did not answer. “Fine I shall give you a name when the time comes. Now take my hand and let us be off.” he said smiling extending a hand. The child took his hand seemingly not able to understand the massacre that had occurred.
“Captain! We have done it..” the man's voice trailed off as he saw the child holding the captain’s hand.
“Sir, you realize there is a small child at your side?” The captain waved a dismissive hand, at his crew member.
“Are you an idiot? Yes he is a prize for myself since I can not have children of my own this one shows promise. So I will raise him to be a fine warrior for the kingdom.” he said looking down and smiling at the child. “Now come boy we have work to do, and not as much time to do it in.” With that they boarded the flying ship and were off to a new world for the child.
No one noticed though a small group of the tribe standing on the edge of the village watching the ship disappear behind the glimmering sunlight and clouds.
