Santiara had only slept for a short while the whole night and before she knew what was happening, guards pushed her out of the cell and blindfolded her. She was led down through what seemed to be a maze, turning left and right until she felt dizzy.
Finally they brought her to where the other slaves were and Lord Ekratran made his speech. She felt like spitting in his face, the way he spoke aggrivated her. Pronouncing each word so slowly and precisely as though he thought the slaves wouldn't understand.
"...You have six hours!"
The slaves huddled together and she heard the crowd laugh and shout at them. The others were muttering quickly, their voices filled with fear. Santiara herself was shaking and she couldn't get words to come out of her mouth as she stared at the crowd of Easterlings.
The flag went down and they were off. Running as fast as she could, trying to forget the aches and pains all over her body. She wore no shoes and her feet pounded on the hard ground, hurting them so badly she had to hold back her tears. The only thing that kept her going was the one word that was imprinted in her mind, Freedom...
[ April 27, 2003: Message edited by: Beruthiel ]
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