It had been a few weeks since Sam and the girl had been walking from Greece, they were tired and hungry. The pair decided to find a place to rest and camp. They were far ahead of the marching Spartans so they had enough time to rest on their own. There was a small village, west of Okyra, they had stumbled upon. It was very quiet and only had a couple of houses. It seemed like no one was living here, but soon noticed an old crone, tending to a dying garden.
The old crone was minding her own business, looking at her aging daisies and roses, they were almost as old as she was. She was a nasty looking woman. Her tattered garments barely covered her pale spotted flesh. Her hair was dry and grey, similar to dust. She spotted the Sam early on, giving him nasty looks, not encouraging a long stay at her home.
“Excuse me miss, do you have anything to eat? My friend and I are just passing through.” Sam asked.
The crone responded with disgust and aggravation, “ No, I don’t know you, get the fuck out of my village!” She left her yard and entered her old dilapidated home.
“What was her problem?” Sam asked.
“I don’t know but I don’t like it at all. Come on prince, we need food.” Liliana said with a snarky attitude.
Sam approached the house, and knocked on the door politely.
The old crone reappeared from the inside of her house. She looked irritated and tired. Sam asked her if she had any extra food she could spare, foolishly I might add, and she gave him more swear words.
“I have no fucking food for you imbeciles, now leave my home or else...”
“Or else what you old crone,” Liliana responded aggressively.
There was a brief moment of silence, then the old woman invited them inside for food, politely.
Sam and Liliana gave each other an odd look, and proceeded to enter the house. The small house was cold and dank, with old silver and leather lying around. The smell was vile, it was the first thing I noticed. It reminded me of myself, Death. The old lady took a lot of time moving through her house, her body seemed as though it was on its last leg. You want some leg darling, the woman asked.
“Oh you have venison on hand, thanks.”
“Oh no venison sweet heart,” the crone pulled out a small leg from the cupboard. There was dried up blood on the limb, ... it had been there for a while. Liliana gave Sam the same look she just gave him moments ago.
“Come sit and enjoy this Karrakian boy with me, I had to travel all the way to Karakkai to get him but was well worth the travel.” The crone said while nibbling on the boy’s severed leg. “You kids ever had a boy before, you have to cook him just right, then season him to your liking. The spiciness of a Karrakian is unrivaled.” The woman laughed sinisterly.
The room was instantly filled with shock and horror, Liliana started to tremble, while Sam remained quiet and still. The old woman continued to eat the human leg, calmly and with a disturbed smile on her face. “You know children, I didn’t know who you both were at first, until you came to my door. My son has told me all about you, about how you barely escaped his wrath at the Tzarian town. You haven’t escaped him yet, you’re running right too him. I thought a young boy like you would want to live a full life, not a die in my son’s mouth.”
“Sam, we need to go now. Okyra is not far from here and I don’t want to stay in this place a moment further.” Liliana said nudging pulling Sam’s arm.
“Oh don’t tell me you kids have to go so soon, an old lady gets lonely around here, won’t you spend a little more time around here. Please, I’ve never had a Tzarian girl before. Hahahaha....”
The two left the disturbed woman in her house, still hearing her demented laughter behind them. “We’re almost home Sam, I hope you’re ready...”
“I don’t think I am...” Sam replied while staring at the ground.
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