The Outsider

The Outsider

      Sitting in my village … nothing to do… well, that’s what it was two months ago anyway. Now I am on top of the world! King of my country, leader for all of man kind, it feels great. Who would have thought a 15 year old like me was king of the only tribe that has defeated the Kanzas. My story starts here in a small village called Penswaylá…

      This village was going through dark times, the Kanzas were destroying village after village, and we were one of the next. Oh, by the way, I forgot to say I am Sam and I’m 15 and this is my story…
“Sam? Sam?” My mother called as she stepped out of our small but snug tent; it was all we got given; our tribe was not one of the popular tribes, there were about 100 of us and could not defend ourselves.
“What is it mother? I’m out in the back practising my spear jabbing”, I shout as I charge for the target dummy and pierce a hole through the target’s wrist.
“Damn, I was aiming for his chest not his wrist!” I bellow, as I collected my spear and run to my mother. As I gaze over the mountains while I am running, I see green grass fields and a golden palace in the distance. I remember how when I was little I wanted to be the king of that palace, but the Kanzas took it over and unfortunately they are racist and hate every tribe in this kingdom. One day I promise our tribe that I will take over the Kanzas.
“Yes, mother, what is it?”
“Took you long enough, didn’t it Sam?” my mum argues
“Sorry I was training again, get to the point,” I demanded.
“Well, your father has to go away for a few days to go and hunt food for our tribe, he will be back shortly, go and say good bye”.
As I run to see my father, suddenly a loud noise fills the air and then a tent directly in front of me bursts up in flames! Screams all around me… people shouting… I knew there was only one explanation. The Kanzas!

I sprinted to my tent, smashed through all my items and souvenirs to find my sword and spear that my grandfather gave...