The Year Of Revenge

“The Year of Revenge”

By: Elias Dorsey

Authors note: This story is a continuation of the story “The Year of Terror” by Brandon Wegner. The scene starts with one of the two survivors of the ambush that had been put into action ten years back standing on a podium, giving a “pep” speech to the militia he had assembled to try and retake the island.

About ten years had passed since that day. The day where we thought he had the upper hand. The day we thought we had won the war. The day we were wrong. I was only fourteen years old the day the trap was sprung. I have no idea why we were so foolish as to fall into such a simple ambush plan. It was probably the fact that we had thought, ever so ignorantly, that we were about to use diplomacy with a species that practices savagery and primitive tactics. Emphasis on the word thought. They had hung a ball of fire right above the tent they lured us into. So… barbaric. What else would you expect from the menace that that took over our land? That killed our mothers and fathers. That took our brothers and sisters away from us. Never will that day be forgotten. I also know for a fact that we are going to get our payback. We will show them what it feels like to lose their families. We will put them through what we went through. They will know pain, anger, sadness, and weakness. We will know triumph. The sound of the crowd roaring gave me power. I was hoisted onto the shoulders of two of the militia men, and carried back to my tent where I rested for the upcoming attack we had planned. There was one thing I was sure of. They will know defeat.