This chapter is a bit random. It is taken from the mind of one of those whom were in Gilmans cot as slaves. It doesnt really touch upon much and there are no spoilers it's just a little bit random!
Many say that hell is pain and fear. I disagree. Hell is much more; it is the repetitive monotony that fills your life when you wake up one morning doing the same old routine, going to the same old chores. It's when you stop to think you sigh and ask your self "Am I going to be doing this for the rest of my life?" You see? The only ones who've been through Hell and back are the only ones who truly understand…
For three years now I've been stuck in this stony hell. My home? Burnt! Destroyed in a great fire! "The survivors?" You ask…well they were: taken, robbed and then beaten to death. Lucky things! Many were sold as slaves in the market, girls sold as toys to those whom had no heart. Boys went to the factories making weapons for the new army that was rising. One arrogant sod decides to take over Edil-Amarandha and a whole load of people decide to follow him. Traitors! Why? I ask myself.
I mean the country doesn't need a king! It's been fine for the past five hundred years without a monarchy. Why change it now? He says he wants to show equality and that he understands us! Ha! I scream Ha! Do you want to know what he told us before burning us? … I'm from, by and for the people! You shall be safe from harm if you follow me!" Then he nodded to his minions who then proceed to destroy our town! Our hearts and our Haven. Selfish Hypocrite! Can you imagine the chaos if he does win? Not to mention the fact that his children would probably rule too.
No one! And I mean absolutely no one. Blind, Deaf or tortured would help him procreate. Hopefully the line would die, we'd all laugh it off and then we can get back to our lives. That would take a while though I suppose. To get back to our havens; our home. We're not going to be able to run all the way. It'll be slow, baby steps. Our country will be like a new born; crying at the indignity of being born again. Lost and Unsure.
Yes we'll get back home. It will be a long walk. Tough but only a few may make it. But we will. I believe everyone is building up their strength too. Strength for the long walk home.
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