Oceanfire here. This is my first time trying to write in Bartimaeus' POV. And boy, can I say it's hard? It's nearly impossible to be nearly as funny as he is. But I'll try. (btw this chapter isn't supposed to be funny).
Disclaimer: I don't own the Bartimaeus Trilogy. Jonathan Stroud does :(
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Bartimaeus
Do you know how it feels to be chained? You're reaching your hand to the sky, reaching out for the dove that is your freedom, fluttering just out of your reach. You throw yourself against the chains again and again, hoping one day they'll break, and the tables will turn. You've served long enough to be a 2,000 year old slave, but they continue to call to you, to taunt you, the ones that call you slave. The ones you are forced to call master.
The dove sings and sings, and your fingers are inches from it. You can almost taste the fiery freedom.
That's when the gun goes off.
The dove plummets to earth, the dust whirling up as it thuds against the ground. The agony races through your body as you lay eyes on the broken, bloodied body of the beautiful bird, crumpled up on the dirt. You want to scream, to yell out your injustice to whatever god was out there, hoping in vain that he would listen. But nothing ever does. Whatever god is out there doesn't care.
But I, Bartimaeus, Sakhr al-Jinni, N'gorso the Mighty, Serpent of Silver Plumes, do care.
And I'm gonna do something about it.
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Shooting down freedom... that sounds familiar. But I can't remember where I heard it. I'll probably remember later when it doesn't matter XD
Anyway, R&R please!