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The Legend of Yen Sid- Part One

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In a large castle tower far away, little medieval children have gathered from the homes of their village to hear an elder speak. The elderly man was a sorcerer; a great and powerful sorcerer who was very well known to many kingdoms far and wide! He was very kind, understanding and gentle man despite the fierce intimidating face he has and he’s wonderful with children for that matter. The sorcerer wore a long blue robe with turquoise edgings, a blue pointed hat with a yellow crescent moon and stars, and a long gray beard. His looks often frightened a lot of people at the very first, but inside his soul was a heart of gold.

The sorcerer alone sat down on a large chair as he watched all of the children gather around and taking their seats. There was an equal amount of young boys and girls altogether along with their parents and guardians keeping an eye on them. The children looked up towards the sorcerer and wondered what this man was going to talk about. The sorcerer recognized some faces within the crowd as well as meeting his eyes to some new people that came. And with that, he gave a small smile to the crowd. By the time he got everyone’s attention, a little boy’s hand raised up.

“Um…Mr. Yen Sid, sir?” the little boy shyly spoke.

“Yes, young man?” said the sorcerer, whose name is Yen Sid.

“I wanted to ask you…well, why do have to tell us your stories whether or not we want to know about them?”

“Matthew!” the boy’s mother rose in a whisper, “Show this man some respect.”

“Now, now, it’s quite alright ma’am.” said Yen Sid, “In fact, that is an excellent question! It is a custom for a great deal of elders to approach the younger generation and speak of their past’s journeys, lifelong histories, and of course their greatest honors and shames. It has the means to teach you all many great lessons that you must surely remember for yourself for the future to come. They may use these lessons to become greater individuals for better or worse. How every one of you children may use these lessons for a purpose, that is entirely up to you figure out for yourselves.”

“Have you learned any lessons for yourself when you were our age?” asked a little girl.

“Yes, plenty.” he answered, “Perhaps far many for me to count. But my biggest lessons are within the story I will be telling you all tonight. Now then…” Lifting another little girl onto his lap and making himself comfortable on his chair, the master began his story.

“I was born in a family of great sorcerers. But I only had one sibling and he was not born to possess magic. My mother was very kind and very loving and my father was also kind, but he was very stern and sometimes mean…”

“Excuse me, sir.” A young father interrupted, standing behind the crowd of children sitting, “Pardon my interruption, I know it’s really the children who are allowed to ask questions, but wasn’t your father a world wide renowned sorcerer of his art in previous days far before ours?”

“Indeed, my father was very well known for his style and his ability to conjure and enchant inanimate objects as well as command them to do his bidding. In those days, it was a rare art, but that is another story I am willing to tell you all another day. As I was saying, at the time I was born the youngest, I was very well adored by my mother and father and very little by my elder brother. Everyday, I would be rocked to sleep listening to my father’s greatest odysseys and my mother’s songs. Once in a while, my father would enforce my brother to share his belongings with me.

“As I grew up, it became very normal for my brother to reject me of whatever little thing I desired of him. There were many times he would do me harm and I would run to my mother for comfort while my father would yell at him and then spank him red. Through my father, we were very well known and beloved. Despite that, my father insisted on our home to be well hidden in case nearby thugs would intervene on our property. Because of that, it had always taken a half an hour to walk into town by foot. Still, no matter how long we have lived there, no matter how many times we have stepped foot into town, we were always greeted and welcomed very warmly.

“Against my father’s fame, however, we were also very poor so everyone including myself at five years of age was forced to take jobs. My brother worked in a local blacksmith, my father became a carpenter and built the church we all go into in the present day, and my mother and I worked together in a school house where she taught other children my age and slightly older while I helped clean up after the shift was done. Though I was never enrolled as a student at the time, I was given the opportunity to learn how to read and write and sometimes connect with my peers. It was nice to have this chance, but there came times where I never wanted to listen and then pull a prank or two once in a while. With those pranks, mother usually reprimanded me; I stood at a corner for a few minutes, and then returned to my seat. But overall, school and learning different things became a part of my highest interests. My mother, with her magic, was also a nurse and whenever some students or I ever gotten hurt, she would use her healing powers on us. Because of her soothing touches on my wounds, it made a lot of children want to get hurt much more often at school.

“One day, the Black Plague came and I had gotten infected. My mother and brother had to take leave from their jobs to take care of me and my father had to work extra hard to provide enough money for medicine. By the time I was feeling much worse, my mother got my infection, only at her age the effects were far drastic than my own. That left my brother alone to take care of the both of us. I’m not entirely sure how he treated mother, but I remember him not giving me much care in treatment. It was almost as if he wanted me to die and be out of his life. He always had more of mother’s love than I did because of my father always shouting harsh sentences whether or not they were relevant. Back to mother, who had a heart as pure as a holy ghost, seeing that I was her youngest child and fearing that my sickness would sooner or later affect my brother, she was getting weaker and weaker each day that passed. Two weeks had gone by and my mother was at the clinging edge of death. My father advised both my brother and myself to see her one last time. It was the only one time I had ever seen my father have tears in his eyes. When my mother had asked me to come closer to her on her bed, I did. She took my hands and they glowed. She used the last ounces of her magic and of course her life to heal me of my sickness from the plague. The last few words she spoke told me that I should never hold grief inside me for whatever I had brought her or anyone else since this sort of predicament was never my intention. She also said that to all I meet, I should be kind, good-hearted, and as generous as I can be. And with that, I watched her die right in front of me on that bed and I cried very quietly, yet uncontrollably. When I finally walked out of the room, my brother exploded at me with great anger, kicking me, socking me, and calling me a ‘rat’ and a ‘murderer’ for causing the disease onto our mother. I was fortunate enough for my father to come in and send him away from me to his bedroom, leaving me to my bruises and scars. And to be honest, I did have the feeling of guilt of putting my mother in great pain, and that guilt has been drenching me inside to this day.

“The three of us in the household have had a couple of rough years after that moment. During then, I’ve wandered the hallways slowly and not looking at anything but the ground as I went on. Meanwhile, my father worked his jobs as both a carpenter and a sorcerer while my brother continued to hide in his bedroom away from the world. Occasionally, I would go to his bedroom door and ask him to come out and play so our grieves of our mother’s death would melt away, but every time I did, there was always shouting for an answer, so I’d leave him alone. At one point, I got up my courage to see my father at his work. This particular day was his day off from being a carpenter, so he was practicing his magic at home. I watched as he swayed the palms of his hands over a skull with his fingers wiggling. There would be smoke appearing from the skull and sculpted in the air into many images I could never have imagined in my own mind. Some large, some small, some harmless, some that are frightening. The way to tell if a sorcerer is good or bad is the way they use their magic. Watching the different images appear made it difficult for me to tell if my father was truly good or bad, but eventually, I learned he was very good. As I watched him, I also had been paying more attention to his hat, the hat I wear today. I’ve wondered how much power could seriously hold inside if it were to be held in either right or the wrong hands. I had to know for sure.

“That night, as my father finished his work for the night, I walked to him and asked him about magic. He told me it is a very excruciating process and cannot be taken lightly. But I was rechanneled by the thoughts of me performing such power in front of millions of people, hoping one day I could be as famous as my father was. Finally, I convinced him to teach me his methods in magic only if I promised to work hard and practice hard each day and night. I accepted that promise. And from then on, I learned the very basic means of conjuring and using magic for the very good. I thought I had gotten very good at it. The more I learned, the more excited I became to learn even more. And the more excited I was, the more curious I became of what was more to come. Sometimes, when I watched my father’s hat sitting alone underneath a glass case without him around, I would sneak up to it and try it on for myself. But every time I did, he always came in and scowled me for it. I thought that was always the worst of it and that nothing else could get even more worse than that…until one day.

“It was a perfect day for a tragedy to happen. I was about around your age when this happened. The day was going on as usual: my brother would lock himself in his room, I would practice my magic, and my father would be working in his workshop. I had been up all morning practicing my magic, so I decided to take moment to regain myself. I walked through the empty halls of my home, looking at well-painted self-portraits on the walls and putting away some materials that belonged somewhere else. The next thing I knew, I found myself in my father’s workshop. My father was no in the room at the time. I had figured he had taken a break and stepped out, too, so I gotten the chance to explore for a while. But then, I took a glance at my father’s hat, sitting there alone under its case. I felt tempted to try it on once again, though I feared at any time my father would come in and punish me for it. Therefore, I left the hat be. The next thing I saw was an old spell book next to the hat. It was very old and somewhat torn, the ink in the font was fading, and it had some wrinkles and wine stains from its past timely owners. Sitting down and reading through the pages, the levels of curiosity inside me grew higher up to the point where I came across a certain page that had sparked my interest. Half a page was torn off, leaving only the words as it was. Almost all of the pages in the book had illustrations of the spell book except the half-torn page I was observing. The name of the spell was “the Black Calling.” I imagined it to be a sort of spell that would command the daylight to turn into night. Since my father was still not around and that my brother still never came out of his bedroom for any reason in particular other than doing some chores or taking a hot bath, I read the incantation quietly for no one to hear. Oddly, nothing happened. Perhaps I needed the hat to enchant the spell. But just as I was reaching for it, a sudden earthquake shook the ground vigorously!

“I fell backwards from my chair as the floor continued to shake. I tried to call off the spell, but it would not stop no matter what. I ran out of the room and found my brother running through the halls towards me. He started to choke me and asked me what I had done to cause this. I told him the truth and that only got him angrier, but he didn’t have time to continue strangling me to death. The two of us ran outside in hopes that our father would return real soon. In two minutes, he did return. He ran into the house, grabbed his hat, and came back out ignoring me and my brother in a side-glance. It looked like he was heading towards the great mountain we all know today as Bald Mountain. In a frenzy, I took off after him to the mountain. Suddenly, a big blast was heard and the ground made me jump off and fall down to my stomach. I looked up and saw the cause of it all.

“Up at the top of Bald Mountain, I saw the most fierce and ugliest thing my eyes had ever dared to see. A large beast in pitch black arose out of the top in a fiery pit. He had a great physic; his muscles were larger than any rock and stone I had ever saw. His gigantic black wings spread out like a bat. But the one thing I was horrified the most was his face. It was twisted and far more menacing than anything I had ever imagined! I could have sworn the first glance that thing had was of me. The beast must have been at least a quarter sized of the mountain itself. I realized at that moment that the Black Calling was not to bring in the night skies, but to awaken the demon that slumbered inside.”

“Chernabog.” a little boy clarified.

“Yes.” the sorcerer answered, “Because of the ambitions of my curiosities that have taken the very best of myself, Chernabog’s reign erupted from the ashes that flew higher than any cloud I had ever gazed making the skies turn dark and red and the air felt intensely hot no matter how much shade you would hide yourself in. Notwithstanding this, I continued to chase my father to where the beast stood. I was not quite sure of how he was able to get up to the mountain so quickly, but I managed to find my own way up there. The ground still shook creating a huge mass of trenches including one that stood in between the mountain and me. And out of that trench came even more frightening beings. Wraiths and ghosts and demons and skeletons with no skin all jumped out and danced furiously in front of me and they howled and cried in a most horrifying manner. They tried to grab me by the arms and legs. Some of them succeeded while others were continuing the attempt. But I managed to break free and escape from them only to find they began their chase for my demise. In a moment’s notice, I started to climb up the mountain as if I were naturally born to do so. In front of me were two large rocks standing on either side a small fire pit. Hastily, I climbed the rock in front with those dark beings tracing onto my trailing. At the moment where there was no more rock to run on but a pit of fire in front and another rock in a certain distance, I jumped far for my life just barely making it to the other side. Behind me, the demons and such were beginning to jump after me when the fire grew stronger and heightened, engulfing them and burning them to ashes. It was a sight I wished I had never saw.

“It had taken me a while longer to reach the top of the mountain. When I arrived, I saw my father, badly bruised with his clothes torn to shreds and burnt with fire with Chernabog hovering over him like a tidal wave. I ran to the beaten man keeping faith he was still conscious. He was breathing slowly. I tried to carry him out of the scene, but then Chernabog had spotted me from far above at his height. He lowered his hand down in pursuit to grab me and father. Seeing a hand in such a notorious size, I could not have felt my lower half. Much too frightened to continue standing in one place, I dropped my father and scrambled behind a rock. The next thing I knew, Chernabog’s hand slammed on top of him and had escarped a piece of the mountain below him. I shuddered at the sight, watching that beast harm my father that way and more. After that clash, I found my father’s hand holding onto a branch at the edge of that cliff. I ran to him and saw what was below him: an even larger fiery pit at bright as the sun. If it weren’t for the heat, I assume I would have seen more demons sitting down below routing for their dark master.

“Desperate to save my father from that pit, I made the attempt to pull him out, but strangely, he stopped me. I couldn’t understand why until he told me. He spoke as he was handing me his hat, which had made me even more confused. He told me ‘Son, somehow I knew this day would come: the day of my death. I cannot be around to support you and your brother anymore.’ The mere mention of death made me realize what his intentions are. My father was meaning to sacrifice himself for his family and for the people he loved so dear. He advised that I should not be afraid of whatever stands in my way and to always be sharp and see the goodness in all of those whom I’d pass. I tried to stop him, but my pleas for my father to reconsider were impossible to get through. He felt my small face once more and smiled weakly. It was the only time I ever hear him say that he loved me as his son. With his eyes closed lightly and keeping his weak smirk up, he let go of my grasp and fell into that fiery pit. I cried to him at the top of my lungs and quickly stretched out my arm for him, but it was no use. My father died and burnt to ashes in the pits of hell. I couldn’t watch those ashes fly up the heated air and into my face. It was much too unbearable for me to see. My eyes had been blurred with tears building. I began to wish to myself that this was not happening to me. But it did, and there was nothing I could do to change all that had happened.

“The monster took enjoyment of my pain and hollered a loud laugh over me. His gaiety could be heard by at the most half of the earth. The only one whom my father would have been wrong about having goodness inside would be the beast himself. I was beginning to feel dark, upset, anger and cold, despite the heat, inside me. I was the one who had caused my both my mother’s death with the plague and my father to an ancient spell meant for world destruction. I would have gone along more with this madness had I not fully comprehended why both my parents had died under my hand instead of how. They had both passed to protect me and of course my brother. As well as the tears were falling down my face, I felt light engulf my heart with the fond memories of my parents I was able to keep remembering. I looked at my father’s hat sitting beside me and in an instant I knew what I had to do. Placing the hat on top of my head, I stared at the beast deep into his glowing yellow eyes, giving him a chance to get a good long look at me for what I was about to do. He laughed at me once more, but it did not matter. With all the knowledge of magic I knew of, I thrust my arms at the beast towards his abs. A light magic shot out right from my fingertips like a spear from Greece! Surprisingly, it effected him greatly. I figured that to beat Chernabog would to use magic that was opposite from dark.”

“So the opposite of dark is light, right?” asked another little girl.

“That is correct, little one.” Yen Sid made a small chuckle, making the little girl smile more, “One cannot have dark without light nor could he have light without dark. In Chernabog’s case, he is always into the dark and nothing more could drive him away than light or anything holy. That first strike I shot at only got him angrier. He shot some fireballs at me, but I dodged most of them. I have gotten a few bad burns myself that had scarred onto my flesh to this day. Sometimes, I feel a little humiliated to show them under pressure. He then sent some of his minions after me from blue satyrs to harpies to imps and restless spirits to even more demons. At the most, I believe, there were about twenty of them in total. Remembering some more lessons and tricks my father had taught me, I shot some more light as well as fire at those creatures until they all burned down to a crisp. I then faced the beast alone. He was looking right at me that time without even tilting them away. Taking cover behind a boulder, I shot more light at his face as he continued to fire those fireballs at me. Though the more light I shot at the mighty beast, the weaker he became. Hiding behind that boulder gave me the chance to build up my power in a giant so I would shoot that light all in one blow. And I did. At the right moment, when Chernabog’s face was close enough for me to reach, I sprung out and let him have it! The beast got blinded with all that light, which I could not say I blame him for feeling that way. That was a lot of light even for me to conjure. This gave me my chance to fight back at the monster while it was at its most vulnerable. Using more of the light magic I had in me, I wrapped his torso, his chest, his arms, his mouth and his wrists tightly enough for him to barely budge through. I had him where I wanted him to be. With all the strength I had left, since conjuring light at an age so young was incredibly tiresome, I gave him a distant push back down the mountain to where he came. In the process, giant rocks and cliffs crumbled down on top of him, sealing him away from the mortal world along with all the rest of those disgusting things that dwelled inside. But the one part of the sealing that ached my heart the most was that along with the closure of the beast Chernabog’s terrorism, I also had to seal away my own father. That was my own sacrifice for our world. Whereas every one of you should know that magic always comes with a price.

“As I climbed down the mountain with my father’s pointed hat, the only thing that remained of him in the mortal world, in my arms I found my elder brother in front of me like he was waiting for me. I thought for sure he wanted some brotherly love and support from me. More than anything, I would give him that; seeing that he was the only family I had left. I ran to him expecting just that, but instead of a hug, he grabbed my arms and tossed me away. Trying to lift myself off the ground, two other strange men pulled me up to my feet, not letting me go. They both cuffed my wrists and my ankles in chains. I quickly hid my father’s hat in my shirt before either of them would have noticed. Looking at my brother with great shock in my eyes, I found out that all along, my brother was trying to sell me to slavery! I asked him why this was all so. He said it was because I murdered both of our parents leaving us alone in the world without any support. With the money he was paid by from selling me away, my brother was able to use that to apply into the many different schools he had always desired to go to. As for me, having nowhere else to go but with those slave traders, I suffered in a hidden camp along with some other men, women, and children whom they have been bought. That was the last time I saw my brother for a while.

“I watched everyone over there suffer the same ordeals I have been treated both by my brother in the past and by those slave owners. One day, I watched an owner harass a young blonde boy at my age wearing glasses and holding a stick as his own defense. That was how I met my old friend, Merlin. As you all know, he is the same sorcerer who knows the power of time travel and now sits at the side of King Arthur. That wasn’t like that when the old man and I first greeted. I ran up to Merlin’s rescue and socked the face of that slave trader, giving him a black eye almost as dark as a solar eclipse. He let go of the young lad and we both hidden together under a table with a tablecloth. We had introduced ourselves very kindly and I helped him heal some of the bruises he had obtained early before I came in. I told him my story of arriving into the camp, which he had some difficulty believing it at first, and then he told me his story. My old friend spoke of how he had once run away from home in a recent day before Chernabog’s rise and having been caught in a bear trap by his leg. He had the scars to prove it and it was as fresh as well as it was still raw enough to still bleed.

“We shared a room together in one of the tents specifically meant for the males between our age and perhaps seventeen-years-old. There had been some tough events in there concerning bullies and robbing of each other’s belongings for survival. Many of us were badly harmed each day and the sounds of screams in agony from other men and women, whether they were young or old, were our lullabies during the night. Sometimes, even today, I become haunted by those tragic moments. However, during those times, Merlin and I were inseparable; we both tried our best to be very well self-disciplined and generous to those around us no matter where we were in that camp. There came a time once when Merlin and I watched a couple of men attack a woman and her children for their food and blankets. The two of us were too frightened at the time to barge into the fight, manage to protect the small family, and getting whooped by the slave owners. We pain-heartedly tried to wait for the men to leave until it was safe for us to help out. But I couldn’t leave myself on the side to allow this to happen. I then ran to those nasty men with Merlin calling out behind me to come back, but I didn’t listen. Being angered and brokenhearted at the sight had triggered my emotional state and granted me the opportunity to use my magic on anyone I chose to use it on. I used a lot of wind and light magic to stun the two men and attained them to leave, but with the victory of protecting the little family, I failed to retrieve their belongings. The family thanked me and praised me for saving them and I offered them my lunch, a large blanket from my tent, and strips of my clothing to bandage their wounds. Being poor and desperate to survive to the next day, they accepted. One of the children was an eight-year-old boy with a scar over his eyebrow and a bad bruise on his face from being punched and kicked away, while the second child was two-year-old girl trying to sleep off the tiny wounds she had been given after an accident with one of those men falling behind and clawing her with his badly cut fingernails. I tried my very hardest to stay strong in front of them, but as soon as I provided all I had given, I burst into tears behind their backs. The whole appearance of this incident had torn my heart asunder, but I felt blessed enough to give what I was able to give without second thought or any thought at all. In addition, I was also glad that nobody, or even those two men, reported the incident to the slave owner or otherwise I would have been in a lot of trouble. That night, I prayed for more than anything I had ever desired; I prayed for family, a better life, and freedom for both me, Merlin, and of course everyone else who had been beaten or ready to be beaten to their graves. And even with a good prayer, sleep was impossible for me acquire.

“Days had passed. Weeks had passed. Soon it turned into about a month and a half. Each day seemed to have repeated itself with the same antics of painful harassment, hard labor, and endless misery. I had decided enough was enough; I had to leave that place once and for all and regain all that I once had. Apart from that, I couldn’t leave Merlin behind. We had developed too good of a friendship right there and how. One night, we stayed up late and planned our escape route. As distressful as it sounded to not bring anyone else with us, that plan was only a two-person job. With Merlin having the power to turn into whatever he wanted and me still hiding away my father’s hat from the world and having the power to create a couple of decoys out of nothingness, the plan was foolproof!

“The next night came for the escape to concur. Secretly, we packed up what we needed and stole everything we had gotten from the inventory shed. When all of the candlelights were blown out and everyone in the camp was asleep, we snuck out of our tent and began hiding from one hiding place to another that trailed against the main gate. But suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm. I quickly turned around with my heart having been stopped by the sudden approach. It was the same women whom the two men attacked her and her children earlier before. But they weren’t alone; a whole mass of children, I assumed the entire camp’s amount, between birth and eighteen years of age gathered quietly behind me and Merlin. The woman asked us on behalf of the entire enslaved population of the camp to take their children with us and lead them to a better land. Somehow they found out of our plan and it was a pretty tall order for both Merlin and me to do. Merlin, being fearful of the slave owners to awaken from their slumber and receive the ultimate punishment, which I cannot say I blame him for feeling like that, tried to decide against that since it the plan was only able to get two people out. He meant to say that it couldn’t be done, but then I chimed in and said we could do it so long as everyone remained quiet. My friend huddled me against the crowd and told me I was going off my mind. I reminded him that it wouldn’t be fair to leave all those children, even of those that were found disgraceful to our being, behind. Plus, everyone deserved a chance for freedom and a real life of their own. Reluctantly, he agreed and decided to go in my terms. We turned back to everyone and assured them that it could be done for all the children to escape. The woman fell into bliss and great relief of the answer and gave us her son and daughter. The boy’s name I remember was Olimar and the girl was Titiana. We immediately bonded at that moment.

“Merlin and I planned along with Olimar to divide the children into a few groups since there were some many of us (and I was surprised that almost all of the children I seen there were able to survive the camp’s torture moments beforehand). The eldest of the children, I believe the thirteen-to-eighteen-year-olds, would take charge of the youngest and the recent born, from birth to the three-years olds. The preteens would be in charge of the four-to-seven-year-olds. The rest of the children came with me, Merlin, and Olimar with the exception Titiana. When we arrived at the main gate, it was slightly open and there were only two sound-sleeping guards. We had half of the eldest group go first with the youngest of the crowd, the preteens with their group went next, then my group went, and finally, the other half of the eldest came for back up. Thankfully, all of the recent born were sound asleep and hardly noticed anything throughout the departure.

“But then, just as we were about to reach the limit of the camp to lose their sense of a distant sound, one of the infants began to cry! One of the teenagers tried to calm it down and then few more began to cry! Unfortunately, the cries were loud enough for the camp to here within a mile away. It woke one of the guards and alerted the other. They rapidly sounded the alarm for a breakout. The next thing we heard were large dogs barking aloud right behind us. We were scared, all of us. We ran and ran and ran through the forest like mice desperately taking the chance to continue on with the cool midnight air blowing in our faces, our ears ringing with the barks of those dogs, the rustling of leaves we ran upon, and horses bustling after us faster and faster as continue on. A lot of the children tripped from behind, giving the guards and their dogs the chance to catch up. Half of the teenagers that were males and I ran back in support of the fallen ones to face the slave owners while Merlin and Olimar and everyone else continued on forward to a meeting spot we planned to greet at in case if anyone fell behind. I wore my father’s hat in hopes it would come in great support for the battle.

“We, me and the teenagers, stood in a long line horizontally and braced ourselves in what was about to come at us. The guards and their dogs showed up and straight away the dogs jumped at us with their teeth, sharp as a dagger would be, piercing through our flesh. It was a bloody battle, indeed. The teenager’s strengths were enough to handle almost half of the small army that had followed us. With me handling with all of the magic I had to fight with, it was worth double the critical amount of damage we were giving our opponents. Though, I realized that even some of the teenagers were sorcerers like I am. And a good many of them were twice as experienced as I was at the time. And with that, many of the guards and the dogs became fewer. One of the teenagers shouted to me to have a few others and me in our side to retreat and catch up with everyone up ahead. I shouted back to him that we leave no one behind, we all had to stick and stand together. Finally, we had beaten the slave owner’s forces! There were a lot of dead bodies all over the ground: about a dozen dogs and ten men from their side and four teenagers covered in a pool of blood from ours. Before anything else happened, we maintained to pick up the dead bodies that came from our side, hurriedly carry them on our backs to reach the main group, and arrange a proper funeral for them. All in all, we were finally free from slavery! And from then on, on behalf of our escape, we named journey ‘the Young Liberty Hike.’

“But that was only the beginning for me and of course many in our infantry of children including Merlin and Olimar. After we escaped and had the funeral, daylight had broken and we all journeyed forth to our future. We traveled through distant fields, different towns, we swam through enormous lakes and trampled over mud, sand, and whatever other dirt we came upon. Out of the entire artillery, I was the one who led them on undeterred by my age, my height, and my capabilities. Many of them had become aware of my power and had marveled me for it. I even told them about how I defeated Chernabog in the past couple months. I suspected a high bountiful to not believe me while everyone either didn’t know what to believe or to proceed to adore me. Indeed, I didn’t let any of my fame get the best of me. Throughout our excessive trials and our prolonging parade, the numbers of us have lessened. There we some of those who couldn’t continue to go one due to both sickness and loss of energy, others had found homes that either reunited them with their real families or became foster children. For those of us that went on, the hike had taken us seven months. Before long, the only few of us that were left were me, Merlin, Olimar and Titiana, and a girl named Mary Alice later to be known as the Fairy Godmother. Merlin had a sort of an average admiration for Mary Alice, which at most times it nauseated me at a young age.

“The next town we arrived in was the town where Olimar and his sister’s aunt lived. She took us all in for a couple days to rest and restock on our inventory. There was a sad goodbye we made for Olimar and Titiana. To ensure that our friendship would last forever, we tied a red string around our wrists and made a vow that in ten years we would meet back in the same town, have lunch, and spend the day together. Indeed, we did meet up and did just that ten years later and we all had a wonderful time. And throughout our years of our friendly bondage, the memory of our first meeting and our great escape from the camp became the most mentioned topic.

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So much to talk about. Sorry it took so long to read. 

I don't know if words can describe this. To quote the previous commenter its Awesome.

Now we know why Olin is bad BUT STILL! I did not see the whole selling to slavery thing coming. He's evil! Evil! Evil! Evil!

Merlin and the Fairy Godmother? :D Didn't see that coming either...

Hopefully it won't take me as long to read the next parts.