Alex flipped his eyes open and panted hard. His breathing had ragged. His vision was so blurry. All he could see was the flashback in his head– his dad falling deeper into the well and screaming for help. It was too dark inside and he was out of sight when the screaming decreased.
Almost everyone was already there, surrounding Alex with their mouths dropped open in surprise. He still couldn't forget the whispers that were arising from behind which were like “he has killed the king”, “milord is dead”, “he should be punished”, “oh my God, it was his dad”. Back then, he wanted to shout at those people and tell them that the king was not his father. It was a poor farmer who was killed by this king.
Even though among the whispers, most of the chants were like “it's good that he killed him”, “
