Bal Ezra And The Fall
PROLOGUE A gust of wind swept under the carriage, rattling all the copper levers and gadgets in the haul.
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PROLOGUE A gust of wind swept under the carriage, rattling all the copper levers and gadgets in the haul.
EXODUS 21:4-5 (laws about slaves, as given to Moses directly from god) 4.
A flick of the wrist, What a simple gesture it is, But it means so much to these people.
As a man was beaten, whipped, stripped of his pride. There was a watcher, spectating besides As mother and child were torn into slavery.
'You sneaky little buggers!', the wise old dragon thought. With one eye barely open, he had spotted a man and his dwarf*.
"If you want to know from the very beginning," the boy said, "you'll have to hear it right from the beginning. "As you already know, I'm a mage, and as Lily so helpfully described, quite a potent one.
Oh why can't I be you. Well-bellied, youthful skin and sewn to measure shoe. I wear your cloths of old, never to brush against your suits made from gold.
I wake up to the sounds of morning. The birds chirping, apples falling from trees, and the sun reflecting off the vibrantly colored autumn leaves.
I walk, the sand in my toes, the wind in my face and the overwhelming sound of seagulls around my head. I ponder through my thoughts, thinking, regretting and remembering my journey.
Uhuru. I roll the word over in my mouth. Uhuru. I glance over at my fellow mice. We take the wheat of the stalk. We've been doing this since dawn, and will continue until dusk. I look at Amy. Poor...
I wake up to the sounds of morning. The birds chirping apples falling from trees and the sun reflecting off the vibrantly colored autom leaves.
I shake my foot away from the loose grasp of the net and run, run for my life and more. I don't stop until im downtown, lost in the croud they will never find me.
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CHAPTER 4:Honda Kiku I was sitting up against a wall along the docks. The all familiar hunger gnawed at my stomach and I was shivering from the cold wind that whipped my chestnut hair about my face.
Chapter 3 For days and days me and Kay were dragged around from port to port. My wrists where slick with blood and stung,at first I would cry but I got used to the pain.
CHAPTER 2 : Kay I awoke sitting against a wall. It was cold out with only my shift on,I fingered the bloody stain on my gown the only thing reminding me of Teresa.