Chapter 1

I OWN NOTHING!

The island was bare. Everyone had left even Miranda and aril. The two whom which he loved most out of all mankind. Now he, prospero, duke of Milan was alone.

In the morning after everyone had gone he had walked up to the cave with the intent to award caliban his freedom. Unable to keep some scorn from his voice Prospro shouted the foul creatures name, the sound echoing off the crags and gullies of the island. After much verbal abuse the half man dragged himself into the painful air. "You have no Power left nor staff to bare it, Yet still I come" wondered caliban."it seems that even my own arms do betray me and drag me forth against my will!" and curling up his lip he spat upon the dusty a look of disgust Prospero began "do not charge your arms with treachery before you know to what fate they bring you. I have need that they may bring you no farther and in doing so the island is yours. But it comes not with good wishes but a curse. Might it bring you as much pain as it did me" and with this last floating upon the air the island was dim with hate as calliban crawled back into his cave and prospero strolled back to his cell.

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THE END