Dark Warrior
Back from the grave...
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- Aug 24, 2001
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John was in the back of his cage, in the shadows, trying to hide from the eyes looking in at him. He could not tell how long he had been in the cage, hours, days, perhaps even months. In this small, featurless cage. However, by the snippets he heard from passing people, apparently the end was near: or, at least, the start of a different type of slavery. This thing that they called the Auction was near, and soon he and all the other slaves would be sold to the highest bidder. John looked silently up.
"Please, God, I have never really believed in you, and have never asked anything from you, but please, if you are there, let my buyer be nice, and friendly, and treat me well... please..." he muttered.
"Please, God, I have never really believed in you, and have never asked anything from you, but please, if you are there, let my buyer be nice, and friendly, and treat me well... please..." he muttered.