'Fading memories'

The town was called Bramblefoot and he lived there for most of his life. There was something magical about the town. That no one could quite understand. Things were drawn to its borders. All sorts of outsiders came there as well. Looking for lost things. It was said there was magic in the rolling hills. But, he knew otherwise. That was until a little incident with a purple, spotted pill. The mother worn a beautifully stitched sundress decorated images of purple flowers. For it was seemingly, pleasant most times of the year. She a proud and bold woman. Never settling for anything that wasn't equal or fair. Her judgment was a fine tuned instrument. It was she that first stood up to the outsider. Seeing them taking the prizes the locals had attained on their trips to the glittering hills. It was her defiance that caught his wrath. Not accustomed to the insolence of commoners, he took offense. And he meant to share his opinions, offensively. He invaded her home. The boy did not recall every moment. Just the final ones. The brigand, like a demon in the boy's eyes, contorted his face into a unnatural grin. The towering man reach down into his satchel and drew forth a small, purple spotted pill. The boy was seized with fear and could only watch as the dark-skinned creature moved towards his mother. Placing the pill into her mouth. For a moment, the woman's eyes opened wide, and starred directly at her son. And then she vanished with an almost wet, popping sound. At the same time, the father managed to break free of his shackles and charged at the dark-skinned defiler. Tears pouring from his eyes, he did not stand a chance. The brigand was a more skilled a fighter than the father. He cleaved him with great ease. The blood spray cascaded upon the boy like a geyser. Fear and adrenaline engulfed his mind. He fell into a dreamlike trance. The brigand moved through the room like a wraith until he was upon the boy. He reached into his satchel once more. Another pill was produced. The brigand spoke, Tasty pill for the little one? Crash! The lodge door sprung off its hinge and a large, human woman stood there, a silhouette in the afternoon sun. A struggle. A dagger. More blood. Large drops scattered around the door. The two combatants exited the lodge. The boy, struggling to stand, followed. Outside, one figure stood. The woman. Looking down at the boy she spoke, Perhaps, some form of Justice served. Forgive me for not arriving sooner. She took an item off the twitching corpse. And walked away. The boy went to the body and plucked the pill from cold hands. As he examined it, a shadow covered him. Looking up he saw a familiar dress falling from the sky. Purple flowers printed upon it.