N-other story.

Right here is another story. The title this time is called "Regret"


It was a lawless place, a place where the authorities had no power upon, a place filled with a thick haze of smoke. The occasional rat scuttled quickly from one hole to another, disappearing into the shadows. The acidic and pungent smell of a hundred sweaty bodies tightly packed in a tiny enclosed area, it was an awful place to be in, and yet it attracted many visitors daily. It was a gambling den, and i was part of it.

In order to find a quick solution to the monetary trouble at home, i walked a few kilometers daily to an illegal gambling den. Indeed it was illegal, but it was more like a gambling complex with its own private army, thus the lords of the land had no power to stop it, attempting which, they would have more trouble than they bargained for. Mostly i lost what i had brought, but when i won, the winnings were squandered away by the greed to earn more. Until the day when i ran out of money to squander. It was a hard decision to make. In order for me to win, i had to have a capital sum to bet with, of which now i had none. So in a moment of folly, when i was too desperate to win something to feed the hungry mouths of my family, I borrowed from the bandits who controlled the den.

I borrowed an enormous sum to bet with and i was sure i could strike a windfall and pay back what i owed plus interest. As if the gods were on my side, i won hundreds in the next few games/ Convinced that my luck was changing, i proceeded to the other tables. But it was not to be. Losing all the money, i was in an anxious state and instantly regretted the loan.

I spent the next few nights depressed and in a drunken stupor. I was greasy from the long hours i had spent at the tavern. when i finally decided to make my way home, i was barely even conscious, stumbling even on the smallest of obstacles. Then i became sober. I saw a fire consuming the farmhouse i called home. racing there with my mind in a mess, i tried to look fot traces of life, the humans which were my family that may have needed help. Searching i came to a slumped figure next to a cart. There was blood everywhere, his throat was cut and he had stab marks all over. I looked at the grisly scene and the spectacle of huge flames incinerating my house, and turning it to ash. A timber fell and a a half scorched piece of paper floated over. " payment accepted, it was nice doing business with you." The dark truth dawned upon me as i realised, in a moment of folly, i made a loan and failed to clear the debt, which resulted in such a dire consequence for my family. they must have taken them away, i thought. Sitting there beside the blazing inferno, I cried and cried, until the cinders were no more.

It was my fault, but the bandits had to pay for being so brutal. I looked up at the red sky, tears in my eyes and swore to the heavens that i will have revenge. I was only 17.

thats the end. but i may consider continuing this story. haha. nowadays i havent been posting much of my life compared to the stories that pop up. will try to put some stuff in the near future.

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