Days of Fear

These are the days that rarely come. If I think about it too much it pains me, and it already does without the thinking. These are the Days of Fear. They come once every year. The Castle chooses one person to fight--and hopefully kill--the Feared One. Of course, nobody yet has come back to tell the tale. Young children are told stories of the Feared One, the man that captures our sheep, and sometimes humans. Elders say that he eats them. Mothers tell their children that it is nonsense, but you can see the worry in their eyes. The King has never, of course, tried to kill the Feared One himself. He is too cowardly. Us Villagers protest against his judgement and say that he should send many soldiers at once to fight the Feared One. But it is not like we can do much. No, not much at all. So we will continue to let people 'fight' the Feared One, and wait for them to come back when the never will. We will continue to let people die under our sickened watch.