They were all begging and crying for mercy, for him to not burn down the little things they had ... But the merchant obviously had no ounce of mercy in him...
His men did as he ordered, and set every huts ablaze..
Arius who had accepted his fate and stopped crying, was already weaving a basket.. He actually heard the commotion, but it didn't really bother him.. Every day in this place brought a different kind of drama..
Now he was actually grateful to his brother for locking him in, because the crazy people outside could not come in.. At least so he thought..
It was only when he started smelling something like smoke, that he noticed that the whole place was on fire...
Then he started screaming, but no one heard his cry, he screamed and screamed as high as his little voice could go, but it was hopeless. The wailing and screams of people overshadowed his cry for help...
