This is only the rough beginning possibly the prologue or first chapter

Arthur
Beginnings

The night is cold, as all have been this winter, and yet the rain doesn’t come. There is just the bitter sting of frozen fingers, as my tired eyes search endlessly for firewood. Everything seems bitter tonight, the air, the food but mostly my destiny. All I hear night and day is how it used to be better; with each new hero that steps into our town the words “He’ll save us” and then the next day he is dead.
To many people are dying, more than i can bare to think of, for if i do, i will be accepting that they are gone. That they have gone to the only place i can’t find them, that they have been taken by something i can’t reverse, death, and that i am an orphan and the only thing i have to look forward to is taxes, baking and more death.
“Get in here and get the table set before your uncle gets back” I shudder at the cooks words, my uncle shall return tonight no doubt in a bad mood. I hurry into the kitchen scooping up the cutlery, and rushing around more like a servant than nephew.
I glance at my cousins silken clothes which disgrace my hideous rags, but do not feel envious, for i know that their prison is worse than mine. I am given chores that blister my body but i have one thing they never will, freedom, the freedom to make friends with who i wish and to run in the open air without fearing his wrath. I have never woken to the knowledge i can not leave this house, for if i do, my swollen cheek will disgrace my family.
I smile at sweet Georgia to young to understand why i do not eat with her. To young to know why her father hits her, and to naive to know when she’s being lied to. But the others know all to well, and i can only feel sorry for them, but even that isn’t easy when they treat me like an animal, pulling at my hair, hitting and kicking relentlessly when i can do nothing about it.
Samantha is the worst, she’s the oldest the strongest and the most ruthless. We were betrothed once, but the moment we met we were fighting. My parents didn’t like Samantha, she was spoilt, rude and vicious; and that was when she was five. I remember it as clear as day, my future wife came before me and snarled “I have to marry you??”
Needless to say it was not a good first impression, the moment she’d said it I stood up and shouted “You want me to marry a boy??” I didn’t think she was a boy really, i just didn’t like her, hey i was five too.
At which point my mother already knew this wasn’t going to work, she stood up came in front of me and said in her sweet and gentle voice “Now Samantha, Arthur didn’t mean it but maybe you two aren’t quite...”
“What are you trying to say?” Samantha’s mother stopped forward. “You listen to me Sarah, you are lucky to be a part of this family and it is no fault of mine that you raised such a foul boy”
And with those words Anne crossed a very dangerous line, and boy did she pay for it. “You listen here Anne, my son has more sense in him than your daughter has vanity, and she is the most vain child i’ve ever beheld and i grew up with you. If I found myself forced to marry such a vile creature as the child you have dragged out of Hell, i would have been much ruder!!”
I think i should mention that my mother and my aunt had never been friends, they had always had problems even before I’d been born. You see my father was the wealthiest of the two brothers, he was the smartest, the kindest and he had chosen my mother. Anne hated her for that, she didn’t understand love, what it meant, what it really was, then again I don’t either anymore.

it is really good

Wow nice story, but I think it should the first chapter, but that's my opinion you can do what you want with it, you wrote it.

This is really cool,keeep on goin,i like this.

I like it. Really deep.