The Mother Tree
This world was dying. Everyone knew it, and no one did anything about it. Because what could they do? Little by little cities were abandoned, greedy warlords took everything they could get their hands on and ruled their little kingdoms with iron fists. The common people fled and tried to hide, if they were lucky it worked. If not then they were sold in to all sorts of slavery. There were even whispers that cannibals lived in the Bad Lands. Everyone did what they could, trying to squeeze that last bit of happiness out of nothing.
The sky was always dark, the fog was always heavy and the air itself was sickening. Lotti looked down at the green water under her and felt a bit sick, as she always did on their fishing trips. She was sure the fish was killing them faster but at least it was food, not that many fish could be found. They had actually not found any in the last month or so. She sighed and looked up at the shore where a Mother Tree had slumped over. The tree seemed to have given up and sadness filled her soul. She reached out a hand and saw bats coming out from the tree and making the dark sky darker. She wondered what bats tasted like and then pulled the coat closer around her. Not much meat on them anyway. She shivered in the cold air and looked down at the water again.
“I doubt we will find any today,” her father said and she heard the resignation in his voice. She had heard her parents talk last night. As a soldier he would at least get food, and they would, well as slaves they would get a little bit of food too. But she did not want to sell her body for scraps of food from her master’s table.
“I am sure there will be some fish further along,” she said and tried to sound sure of herself. Her father gave her a look and nodded.
“We will do that.”
She sighed inside her soul and looked back at the Mother Tree again.
“I am sorry for killing your Mother Nature.”
Her father said nothing.
A very depressing one to close the year with
HAPPY NEW YEAR