I'm trying to work on this story everyday for at least an hour

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Sorry in advance for the long dream sequence.

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Silver slept very little through that first long night. Her wounds, which hadn't really hurt before no matter how they looked now started to throb and bleed. She spent the night lying in the sand in pain. Somewhere around midnight things took a turn for the worse.

Silver stumbled down to the edge of the river and was violently ill into the water. When she had finished she rolled onto the sand and lay still and silently in total despair.

I wish I wasn't all by myself, she thought. If only I had stayed in Morrowind where I belonged…

Her dreams when she did sleep were plagued by images from her memories of her childhood. Khajiit slaves in chains working the fields of their owners, her mother being sold at auction for a rock bottom price of 200 septims, and her father tied to a wooden stake and whipped until he was dead for stealing food from their cruel owner. Then she dreamt of the day she was freed…

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Clouds filled the sky like angry carrion birds surrounding a kill. Lightning and thunder boomed and cracked over-head but the rain its self had yet to start falling. Strange men entered the slave hut where the females and the children slept. They carried torches and swords. They ordered the women and the children out into the night. Everyone was confused and curious. Children clung to their mothers' legs and the women huddled into rough circles whispering and watching.

Silver watched as the men started to drag out their possessions. Bed rolls, clothes, eating utensils, all packed into small rucksacks. Silver pulled her cloak tighter around her as she came closer to hear what was going on in one of the circles.

"This one heard that the master died in the night," an elderly Khajiit with a striped face whispered.

"This one heard he was murdered!" a younger Khajiit with pale spots said excitedly.

"But does that mean that he is dead then?" a third Khajiit asked who had a furry child clutched in her arms.

No one knew that answer to that question so the circle lapsed into silence. They watched as the armed men dragged the rucksacks over to the women and distributed them to anyone that was near by. The women clustered around the sacks, fighting and arguing to get the bag that looked like it had the most of their possessions. Silver hung back with the elderly until the mothers and younger females had moved off to do trades.

The armed men stood near but they did nothing to stop the fighting or the disorderly way of things. Silver didn't trust them but she grabbed a bag anyway and quickly moved away so that they wouldn't see her.

When all of the women carried a sack of goods and had lapsed into wary silence again the men spoke to them.

"Clear out of here. The government has foolishly decided to free you. You are no longer held to this plantation and you may leave." The man that had spoken practically spat the words out of his mouth like a bad bite of food.

Silver was wary, even while the others turned to each other in stunned disbelief.

"What about our men?" one of the mothers called.

"You men shall be freed in the morning, they pose more of a threat then you do and we would rather wait until we can see trouble than trusting them in the dark."

Silver suddenly didn't like that. She felt the fur rise on the back of her neck and her tail lashed under her cloak. Some of the women didn't like it either. The ones with children had husbands and they couldn't leave without them.

Silver wished she could say something. Instead she started walking. She went behind a hill then made a wide circle to the men's sleeping hut. She knew there was a back door to the men's hut which could be opened from the outside. When she was inside she found the men clustered together around the door, listening to the activities outside.

Silver knocked softly on the wood of the hut. One of the men turned and glared at her for interrupting his listening but she raised a finger to her lips and motioned for him to follow her. He nudged one of his buddies and motioned at the open back door. Soon there was a slow line forming in front of the back door as one by one they slipped out. Silver watched them until she knew that all could get out, then she retraced her steps.

Some of the women were still arguing with the armed men but most were sitting under a clump of trees nearby, content to wait for the dawn. Silver went to those under the tree motioned for them to follow her and that the men would be waiting for them on the other side of the hill.

No one knew why the men suddenly changed their minds and decided to open the men's cabin but when they did and didn't find any men inhabiting it they became very angry. Angry might not be the very best word but that was the word that circled inside Silver's head as she started to run. The entire plantation worth of Khajiit stampeded after her, the armed soldiers hot on their heels.

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When Silver awoke, the sun was starting to wonder if it was really going to make the long trip across the sky again for the Xth time. Silver lay in the shade of the bridge and gazed at the water trickling by. She reflected on her dream, knowing that not everything she had dreamed was true to what actually happened. For example, she had not been the brave one to free the males that night. That had actually been a desperate mother who had needed her husband.

As Silver thought these thoughts, the day started to unfold around her…