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TITLE: The Ten Commandments—[parody]
AUTHOR: Vicki
SUMMARY: [Alternate Universe] A Prince seeks his people's freedom.
Prologue:
He wore no silken garb nor did he possess a golden scepter and crown. By all appearances, he was like all the others among him. Torn and muddied clothes, long dirty hair, unkempt beard and soil obscuring his face. In fact, the only distinguishable feature he held was his skin. Unblemished. No welts, no scars, no indication that a taskmaster's whip ever laid its leather crack upon his tawny, muscled frame.
He worked at an average pace, trying his best not to rouse any suspicion, for giving off any such indication that he was an outsider would ruin any plans he might have had. His tasks were repetitive and straining. Chop straw, pack mud, make brick. The formula itself was simple enough, yet he hadn't realized to what degree these people, these slaves, labored--morning, noon and night, building an impossibly large monument. And for what?
For him.