Deliver Us
In the nation of Britannia, the Britannian people were happily going about their daily activities, with whatever their job happened to be. As they happily socialized, within the work areas, a very different form of labor was currently going on.
Japan, which was conquered by the empire, was now called Area 11. Because of that, the Japanese, now called Elevens, were enslaved by the empire, and taken to do menial labor. As they were lashed, they were praying for someone to save them.
Currently, they were raising great monuments to the emperor, and his family.
Britannian soldiers were surveying them, as slacking off was not something taking for lightly. Each one of them loudly shouted instructions.
Mud...
Sand...
Water...
Straw...
One of the guards cracked his whip.
Faster!
Mud...
And lift...
Sand...
And Pull
Water...
And raise up...
Straw...
One of the men yelled," Faster!"
He then slapped the whip against one Eleven, who grunted in pain.
With the sting of the whip on my shoulder
As if on cue, a guard lashed another man.
With the salt of my sweat on my brow
A great gods on high
Can you hear your people cry:
Help us now
This dark hour...
The people dragged their burden against the earth, as they made their silent prayers.
Deliver us
Hear our call
Deliver us
Lords of all
Remember us, here in this burning land
Deliver us
One elderly man collapsed to the ground, he had a bald head, and wrinkled skin. He reached for help, but no one offered it, until a man with spiky hair, and a stern expression pulled him up. Before thanks could be given, a Britannia guard kicked them both forward.
There's a land you promised us
Deliver us to the promised land...
In the slaves residence, the Britannian emperor, Charles zi Britannia had ordered that the youngest son of each Eleven family was to be killed. He referred to it, as "purging the weak".
There, a woman was holding a baby close, as the guards stormed through the area, as she she softly sang a lullaby.
My good and tender son
Don't be frightened and don't be scared
My son, I have nothing I can give
But this chance that you may live
I pray we'll meet again
If He will deliver us
The guards burst into one house, as one kicked the mother away, before pulling out a gun, over the small cradle.
Deliver us
Hear our prayer
Deliver us
The mothers weeped as their children were ruthlessly slaughtered, with no hesitation.
From despair
These years of slavery grow
too cruel to stand
Deliver us
The mother ran desperately, holding her infant son, with her older daughter in tow.
There's a land you promised us
Deliver us
Out of bondage and
Deliver us to the promised land...
The mother cradled her child, as she gently lay him into a river.
Hush now, my baby
Be still, love, don't cry
Sleep as you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember my last lullaby
So I'll be with you when you dream
River, o river
Flow gently for me
Such precious cargo you bear
Do you know somewhere
he can live free?
River, deliver him there...
With that, the mother let the baby go, as the current let the small basket drift away. A single tear dropped from the mother's eye, as it disappeared from view.
The daughter, whose name was Aiko, ran after the cot, along the river bank. She was silently praying to herself that nothing happened to her brother.
One boat, which was holding a group of nobles, noticed the cot.
"My lord!" a slave called.
"Leave it," the nobleman said, as he and his wife sat together," It is not worthy of my time."
As the basket kept going, it began drifting towards the Britannian Imperial Palace, which was the home of the Royal Family. There was an entrance, as the river drifted into the palace, since the emperor wanted it used for scenery. It did its job fairly well, the residents all liked it. However, guards were still stationed there, since anyone could try and slither into the palace.
The guards were holding their usual positions, doing what they could their free time, as few people were stupid enough to try such a thing.
"Hey look!" one called, as they saw the basket drifting down.
"Get it, its probably a bomb!" another said, as they armed their guns.
Aiko noticed, this, and thought fast.
"Guards!" she called, as she ran from hiding.
"Halt, Eleven!" the guard said, as they turned their guns to her.
"There is a man trying to get into from the west entrance!" Aiko lied, hoping the guards would be too stupid to actually question it. Fortunately, they actually were.
"Let's go!" the guard said, as he ran down to that location. Aiko sighed in relief. She watched the basket float in. She then softly sang, as she watched the basket float away. Somehow, she knew that the boy would be safe here.
Brother, you're safe now
And safe may you stay
For I have a prayer just for you:
Grow, baby brother
Come back someday
Come and deliver us, too...
With that, Aiko ran away, before the guards came back.
Inside the palace, where the river flowed through palace complex, on the bank, was a small garden, with a table. Two women were sitting there. One had long black hair, and wore a blue dress. She had pale skin. In her arms, was a baby boy, probably barely a year old.
Across from her, the woman had long violet hair, and wore a maroon dress. She also had pale skin. Her belly was slightly larger, signifying that she was pregnant.
By the river, was a young girl with violet hair, wearing a maroon skirt. She was sitting by the water, watching the fish.
There were the Imperial Consorts: Marianne vi Britannia, and Ophelia li Britannia. The girl was Ophelia's daughter, Cornelia li Britannia. The boy was Marianne's son, Lelouch vi Britannia.
Lelouch laughed as he tried to grab the air.
"Lelouch is certainly a playful thing," Ophelia said with a smile
"Thank you," Marianne said, as she shifted Lelouch's position so that he could reach the table.
Lelouch laughed as he touched a fork.
"By the way, when are you due exactly?" Marianne asked.
"In about four months," Ophelia answered," The baby's name is to be Lawrence if it is a boy. And Euphemia, if a girl."
As Cornelia watched the fish, she looked up, and saw the basket.
"Mother! Lady Marianne!" she called. The two consorts looked up.
"Look!" Cornelia said, pointing as the Consorts both saw the basket.
"Oh my!" Marianne said, as she hurried over, but not before handing Lelouch to Ophelia. Ophelia slowly stood up, not having the luxury of being able to move fast.
Marianne grabbed the basket as picked out of the water. She then removed the top.
"Oh!" she gasped, as she saw what was in it. A young baby boy, with curly brown hair, and green eyes.
"Well, look at you," Marianne said with a smile, as she gently picked him out of the basket. She then saw a small tag around the baby's wrist.
"Su…za….ku," she read," Isn't that an Eleven name?"
"That boy is an Eleven!" Ophelia said," Put him back!"
"I thought father commissioned for the death of all the Eleven babies," Cornelia said, pulling on her mother's dress.
"He did," Ophelia said.
"I'm sure no harm will come from taking care of this child," Marianne said.
Ophelia shook he head, as she put Lelouch out," Besides Marianne, you already have a child! You can't just forget about Lelouch!" Marianne smiled as she took Lelouch in her other arm.
"I'm not going to," she said. The two boys looked at each other, as Lelouch put out his hand. Marianne put the boys close together, as the two touched hands, and smiled at each other.
"Come, let's show the Emperor Lelouch's brother," Marianne said to Ophelia. Ophelia sighed, as she touched her pregnant stomach.
"Well," she said," I suppose no true harm can come from this." She then took Cornelia's hand.
"Come Cornelia," Ophelia said.
"Yes mother," Cornelia said, as she and her mother followed Marianne.
Deliver us
Send a shepherd to shepherd us
And deliver us to the promised land
Deliver us!
Note: And this people is the result of what happens when I run out of ideas. When I run out of story points to fill a story, I do stuff like this. It helps me clear my head while I try to think of new concepts for fanfics. I know a lot of this is simple copying, but I'm begging for ideas on other fanfics, as well as this one, so that it is not just copying.
Thanks for reading, and please review.
