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As the clouds above Scotland began to drip, almost as if they shed tears for the land’s fallen men, the British army retreated after proving victorious in yet another battle against the Scots. And yet, as the young woman who was recently married is carried off to the bedroom of her British land owner, after being forcefully taken from her husband, she weeps, knowing what is planned to be done to her later. As she becomes a new victim of the “Jus primae noctis” otherwise translated to “The first night”, a law that stated that the British land owner would sleep with the newly wed woman that lived on the land they occupied, in an attempt to breed the Scottish out.

Yurri woke with a fright, after having the horrid dream again. As his shrieks echoed through all of Scotland a beautiful woman came swiftly into his room in order to comfort him. She sat beside Yurri and held his hand, rubbing his back gently.
“What’s wrong Yurri; did you have that dream again?” The woman asked.
“Yes Mother.” The fair red-headed boy managed, now coming close to tears.
“It’s okay Yurri, there is no need for you to worry and that was almost ten years ago now. Plus when you worry about it the dreams come back and you wake everyone up. So please Yurri, Calm down, everyone needs their rest.” His mother said, she was sad for her little son, and showed on her face.
“Okay Mommy, I’m sorry for waking you up, it’s just that it’s not fair! It’s not fair that they get to do everything and anything they want with out any punishment! The British Bastards own the land, they own US! I can’t take it anymo—“
“Yurri, What did I tell you about your mouth. You know we look down upon that language in this household. It’s my house, my ru—“
“It’s not your house; it’s the British’s house.” Yurri said, angrily.
“Just go to bed, Yurri.” His mother said, annoyed. She walked away, angry, and went into her room, only to remember that night, the night in which she spoke about with her son. The woman sat on the floor beside her bed and wept.

Morning now arrives, the sunshine to which many would think symbolizes joy, but for the Scottish it symbolizes yet another day of death for many of there people. Yurri wakes up and walks into the kitchen where he sees his mother, grandparents, and uncle, taking a seat next to his grandmother, he is approached by his Uncle.
“Did you have that dream again, Yurri. A boy like you shouldn’t be so worried, Go out and play, forget about it.”
“Yes, I did.” Yurri said bleakly, He put his head down on the table and wept. “I know I shouldn’t, but I just can’t forget it. It will be stuck in my dreams for ever.”
Everyone was silent; they all began to eat breakfast, each having a small piece of bread. As Yurri began to finish his piece of bread, there was a knock on the door. As his mother began to walk towards the door, Yurri walked back towards his room. He walked past mother, who was now talking to the man at the door. He stopped short and began to ease drop.
“But how do you know?” He heard his mother say.
“We found these on the floor next to the body.” The man held out his hand to reveal Yurri’s father’s Chain with His initials “T.F.” and Yurri’s “Y.F.”
After hearing this Yurri ran through the house, accidently crashing into a chair. He picked it up and through it through the window in that room. He then kept running towards his room. Once there he began searching for his spear, a present his father gave him on his previous birthday. After getting it from under his bed he began running toward the door and, but stopped to pick up a piece of shattered glass from the window he recently smashed. He then ran past his mother and the man she was talking to at the door, Yurri noticed that his mother was weeping which made him ever angrier. He ran as fast as he could, tears pouring down his face. When he came a cross a group of three British men he ran faster and Stabbed one of them with his spear into the knee, he then stood there and watched as the blood poured out of the man’s knee. The two other men now began pulling out their swords and the boy took the piece of glass and put it through the right eye o the man he recently stabbed. The man then grabbed Yurri by the thought, took out the glass from his eye, and let the blood leak down his face. Yurri was gasping for breath while the two men behind him grabbed their swords, ready to cut the small child’s head off.
The man that was chocking Yurri jested toward the men to wait, and pulled Yurri closer to his face. “You remind me so much of a Scottish b*****d I killed yesterday. The strongest of the bunch, he lead the attack and even when we out numbered him a hundred to one, he kept fighting. As a matter of fact, he had hair just like yours. And now he’ll share the same fate as you!” The man then signaled for the two behind him to kill the boy, each placing a sword on a shoulder of the nine year old boy, the slowly began moving their steel swords through the neck of Yurri, who was now screaming in pain. As the men’s swords each made it to the opposite sides, Yurri’s mother and Uncle arrived at the British men, who were now laughing in triumph. When Yurri’s Mother looked down and saw the boy dead, and headless, she knelt beside him and cried. Yurri’s Uncle noticed the body and ran toward the British soldiers, punching one in the face, only to be stabbed by the solider with a face full of blood. The mid-aged man fell to the ground, motionless. The woman wept harder, as she knew she was nest to be killed. The two men who had killed her Yurri pulled their swords out and placed them on the woman’s shoulders, and quickly cut her head off. As the three walked away for the three bodies the man Yurri stabbed stumbled and fell to the ground, breathless.
“The ******** b*****d.” This was all he could manage before death caught up with him.



The End.





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