And he ran from his home with a silence that he could only just maintain and only just stop from erupting into a scream. His life had been average and boring. The day that that ended was a gloomy Wednesday right after a rainy Tuesday. That didn't stop his father from ordering him to the field to work and get dirty. His family had a potato farm, almost everyone in Ireland did, and his dad had lost his leg in the last Strait war and since then it had fallen to William to work the fields. It was harvest time and it would involve a lot of digging and in the mud it would be that much harder. The old rusty shovel slid into the grim and William began the laborious task of getting his dinner from the ground. The day passed with nothing of note and with the sky just as gloomy as it was when he had begun. He was nearing the end of his toil when three men appeared in the distance.Three men with swords! William to a look then took a step back and then a few more and started running only to run into the fourth man of this evil troupe. The man took a second to measure the strength it would take to knock him out and then he punched him in the nose. Before he slid into the bitter sweet darkness that surrounded him William felt the rough touch of rope winding onto him and binding his hands and feet. The very last thing he heard was           

''Leave him its no use killing him''said a quiet slimy voice. And with that he let the darkness envelope him and he slept for hours

  William awoke in the mud and instantly realized that he was suffocating in the same mud that was his bed. He struggled for a few moments and made it into a sitting position and took a second to get his bearings and remembered what had happened. The prints that were in the mud led in the direction of his house. And if I get comments I'll conclude this TEE HEE