The Song the Slave Sings

by wesleyssilverphoenix

Not really a songfic. Something Fred thinks when in Pylea. The mystical lands and faroff places are really home.

I am a shackled slave.

I must do what I'm told when they say.

I often dream about far-off places and mystical lands, but am rudely awakened by shouts and chores demanded.

I await the day when I can walk around and do things of my own accord.

When I am with people who are like me.

When I have no chores but to eat tacos and do physics all day long.

When I can roam the world looking for those far-off, mystical lands.