Roberto bob
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- Jul 21, 2005
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Running, i had been running for three weeks, had it really been that long? In my arms i cradled a young child, a child like me, half human and half Rakat Amana (what our tribe called ourselves, different tribe of slavers). This Child had been chosen to be sacrificed to appease the will of our leader. I could not bear it, i had been so long in the tribe alone and when i had been given the child to look after i quickly grew attached to her. When i heard her fate I knew i could not let her die, and i decided to leave and live in exile with the child. My skin started to grow extremely irratated and i knew magic was abundant. I pulled one of my sais close and i wrapped myself in my cloak and as i emerged into the clearing the child started to cry...
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