Here I was in this ancient looking place everyone was wearing the strange clothes like the blonde man. And the dresses, in the city every single one of the women I saw was wearing a dress. They were all staring at me as if I were commodity as if I weren't even human did these people have no way to hide what they were thinking? It looked like I might be sold as a slave at the moment, that or they were taking me somewhere to be executed or perhaps burned for being a wiitch... Oh wait they didn't do that yet. Well they would certainly confused I had black and blue hair not only that I had black nails and for everyone there thought my clothes were strange.
We stopped in front of some really big temple looking thing. Where was I? A young man walked in he looked around fourteen he had blonde hair and brown eyes. "...Juda" That sounded to me like a name without all the nonsense in front of it, it might just be a name they were talking absolute gibberish is what it sounded like to me. The spear men were all kneeling in front of the young boy. Since they were holding my tied they dragged me down with them I did a tripping fall sort of thing but made it on my knees all the same. but unlike them I wasn't kneeling so my nose touched the ground. No I was sitting head up and proud. No matter how disheveled I may have looked I still have my pride and dignity. The blood on my face had dried and dirt and sand had dried to it. I looked horrid I knew it.
The spear men freaked out when they saw how I was sitting and tried to force my face towards the ground. I refused and fought back. They were strong but so was I, I used my leg to cow kick him in the head then I stood up not using my hands and kicked him in the head "Never try that again" I growled which is the universally known "try it again and you die" way of saying it. They looked surprised but I ignored that and ran towards the entrance not stopping for a second but I was quickly caught again, this time my feet were tied. I couldn't move. Then the blonde man walked in the one with blonde hair and green eyes? Yeah him. He pointed at me and started speaking in an accusatory voice. "You think you can blame me for something? I didn't do anything... Okay not here at least. but what the hell that means that you did it" I said this all out loud why not? They couldn't understand me anyways.
I heard lots of conversation I didn't see any point in listening I didn't understand them. Then the gigantic people who I know were guessing were soldiers picked me up one of them threw me over his shoulder and carried me. "PUT ME DOWN YOU MUSCLEHEAD YOU SON OF A BITCH YOU BASTARD YOU FUCKER YOU MORON!" After around ten minutes we arrived my throat was raw the man had ignored me the entire time he threw me into a tiny room I guessed this meant that I was accused of doing something and I was thought to be guilty... What the hell?
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