The Boy the Snake

[TenMomentsTill]

Well, I'm doing this for a club and needed a little feed back. This poor thing will be randomly updated and edited along the way so make sure to check in at random times.

Chapter 1

I moved my hands in and out of the sunbeam that shone through the barred open window with a small smile on my face. ‘The sunlight is so nice and warm’, I thought happily and pulled my legs closer to my body. The few hours that the sun managed to make its way into the room was always my favorite part of the day; I would always stop whatever I was doing and sit on the hard grey floor and bask in the light. I passed my hand through the beam again making the scales on my hand gleam dully.
A loud bang suddenly came from outside my little room, scaring me out of my happy thoughts about the sun’s warmth. I covered my ears as it came again and again in a slow repeating pattern. My tongue flicked out of my mouth nervously, tasting the air; this never happened. Sometimes there would be crashes coming from outside the window or the occasionally yelling, but never a sound like this; a sound that caused my head to ache and the very ground beneath me to shake. “What is that?” I yelled in fright, only uncovering my ears to hear the response.
A familiar, muffled rough voice replied, “It’s a cannon or maybe a battering ram; either way there is a siege going on outside.”
I frowned, trying to get a grasp on the unfamiliar word. “A siege?” I stammered. Now the booming noise had started to be drowned out by the clamor of metal and people yelling.
“An attack on the castle, a fight, you dumb freak!” he, the voice, replied sternly.
I nodded, even though I knew he couldn’t see me, “Will they let you go fight?” For the last twelve sunshines I asked him why he was locked away like me and just talked to him and had him tell me about anything about outside this room. The man had told me that he was a solider that had messed up an order. I knew that wasn’t true; he didn’t sound like the soldiers that would occasionally pass my room on patrol. Instead of a voice that blurred its way through words, the man’s lilted oddly every now and then.
The man didn’t answer my question; I started to ask him again but the booming sound was suddenly accompanied by a sharp and sickening crack. Wincing, I shielded my ears again and whimpered. I disliked the horrible sounds that dragged their way up the walls and into the room; it was such an awful thing to listen to. The people outside sounded upset too, there were screams and shouts coming from them. Shaking my head and squeezing my eyes shut, I just wished that it would stop; my hands couldn’t drown all the uproar out.
The harsh voices and sounds continued, slowly crawling inside the castle along with the loud bangs. I rocked back and forth, my tail scrapping across the floor in rhythm with my swaying. I uncovered my ears timidly as I realized that the noises had diminished and only a few smaller bangs remained. Quickly getting to my feet I moved to the bared window and stood on my tiptoes to look outside, curious to see what had been going on.
Large holes had been dug into the earth with dirt sprayed randomly around the uneven circles. People milled around with silvery, shiny objects; though some were lying on the ground unmoving, some missing pieces of their body. Red pooled under the still people and marked the ones who were moving. There was so much red outside. I slowly sat down under the window, a sick feeling stirred in my stomach as I realized what the red was.