THE MASTER
Fields of a luscious green, forests that went on for eternity, crystal clear flowing water that trickled downstream. These were the dreams that one boy went to sleep with every night. He dreamt of Daisies flying through the wind, other children running amongst the luscious fields laughing, singing and having a lot of fun. He dreamt that his mother and father would also be amongst the fields playing with him. After they all tired, they would then go down by the river and lay there until nightfall.
This was not, however, the way this young boy lived his life. In fact this boy of Red Nicson spent his days ploughing fields, building huts for the big people, and would not have any meals until supper time late into the evening well after nightfall. In fact he was not the only child to be treated this way. The village of Red Nicson had roughly 350 children within its walls and all were forced to work every day from the age of four years old. The punishment was also very severe for those children who did not pull their own weight. Some children were given lashings, some had body parts mutilated, or in worse cases, amputated and all without any sedatives or sleeping agents, and some were tied to a post and just left to die.
So, when the boy turned four, he was put into the labour camp along with 350 other boys and girls and was told to work, and forget about the life he had before. This was hard for him however because he was not born in Red Nicson. In fact, he had been born in the city of Gengaran, the most majestic of cities. It was full of exotic wonders, exotic people and full of culture, was the biggest city on the continent of angkcarass, and was home to the angkcaran king, King Yuiler Gi.
When the boy turned four years old, his parents decided he should go live with some relatives of his. His Aunt Froil, his Uncle Lapide, and his cousins Gregges, Sean, and Vixon. He was to later learn in the latter years of his adolescence that all of them were not related to him whatsoever.
This was not, however, the way this young boy lived his life. In fact this boy of Red Nicson spent his days ploughing fields, building huts for the big people, and would not have any meals until supper time late into the evening well after nightfall. In fact he was not the only child to be treated this way. The village of Red Nicson had roughly 350 children within its walls and all were forced to work every day from the age of four years old. The punishment was also very severe for those children who did not pull their own weight. Some children were given lashings, some had body parts mutilated, or in worse cases, amputated and all without any sedatives or sleeping agents, and some were tied to a post and just left to die.
So, when the boy turned four, he was put into the labour camp along with 350 other boys and girls and was told to work, and forget about the life he had before. This was hard for him however because he was not born in Red Nicson. In fact, he had been born in the city of Gengaran, the most majestic of cities. It was full of exotic wonders, exotic people and full of culture, was the biggest city on the continent of angkcarass, and was home to the angkcaran king, King Yuiler Gi.
When the boy turned four years old, his parents decided he should go live with some relatives of his. His Aunt Froil, his Uncle Lapide, and his cousins Gregges, Sean, and Vixon. He was to later learn in the latter years of his adolescence that all of them were not related to him whatsoever.