Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Historical Fiction Narrative

I was born into a slave family, although I loved them, it seemed that my parents didn't love me. When I was 7 years old they had to sell me to another couple who lived a pretty pleasant life as Merchants. I usually wasn't treated badly when they made me carry the goods from from the house, cleaned up the house, or made me tend the twins. I thought that my life was as perfect as it could get, but I was wrong, it got worse much worse. The man who took care of me for 5 years suddenly got sick, the Priest told the merchants wife and children that there was nothing left to do except pray to the gods that he would get better. The next morning when I walked into the room, the merchant was dead, his face was pale with red-ish splotches all over his frail body.

The priest whispered,  " If you were a good girl, you would sacrifice yourself for your master!" I was so scared that I ran out of the house sobbing. The odds were not in my favor, if I went back they would make me sacrifice myself for my master, and if I ran away I would certainly get captured and killed! I had no time to make a decision, they were already searching for me. I decided to make a run for it, I ran as hard I could into the misty, dark rain forests.

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