By Tamara
English 1
Fiction
The Gothics
By Tamara Holloway
It was just now dusk come onside. The golden-br throw sun was quickly background signal along the horizon. Rakon slowly surveyed his surroundings to make sure that he was totally alone. It was at dusk when the other Goths would come out to search for potential victims for the up-coming winter months.
Rakon lived in the forest Samara, in the country of Famor. He had been raised in this forest all his life. Samara was a dense, dark forest with trees taller than most buildings. The pitch was non visible in the thicker part of the forest. A sour stillness clung to the leaves of the trees. It seemed there was always a translucent befog hovering above the cold, damp hearth. The Gothics were a tribe of people that preyed on each other for food. The squiffyer Goths would always eat the younger, weaker Goths in revision to survive during the long, winter months. The Gothics had originated from a small town in England, but were forced to move as the country became modernized. They were give a small piece of unsettled land, and formed their own country, Famor. Soon the country became overrun with uncivilized citizens from England that had been alienated for variant reasons. The Gothics were forced to inhabit a forest, which they then named Samara after their deceased god.
Rakon was among the smaller Goths.
He had never been very strong growing up, and it had seemed not to have changed as he had gotten older. His parents died when he was only thirteen, so he was forced to raise himself. The Goths were not a very open people, but, in fact, the exact opposite. They lived in seclusion from the rest of the world. Rakon had two good...
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