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A thousand years is a long time to think.
Tomorrow will mark my thousandth year of captivity and I shall finally be free! Free to release those poor souls enslaved by their own ignorance! I
They believe they are free; however their freedom is merely an illusion. They are of course free to do anything they want so long as it
I was not the first to question, however being a relative I was shown mercy and imprisoned rather than being skinned alive then having each limb hacked off one by one before being thrown into the fires. Many have suffered such deaths for their insolence.
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Every night, I look upon the landscape from my prison and remember the way it used to be so long ago…
The denizens now know not of any other way anymore. Generation upon generation of slaves taught that their all powerful and loving ruler is benevolent and anybody who questions this is the purest form of evil. The smart ones never last very long, they get sent on a
The trap is really quite ingenious. I must give credit where it is due… Once the young one begins asking too many questions, their presence is formally requested at the royal chambers. It is then they are told they must go west past the desert for the knowledge they seek. Once they gain the knowledge they are rewarded with their own kingdom to rule, but they must go alone. They are told they need only bring one days worth of food and water, and nothing else.
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For this, THIS is why I must get my revenge.
I must OPEN their eyes to the truth, even if it hurts to know
The funny thing about the truth, it never goes away entirely… It always manages to find a way out. My story has been told since the beginning; at first it was only behind closed doors where nobody could hear in order to escape the wrath. Eventually the tables got turned and it a bedtime story to warn the young, hidden under the guise of me being the evil party.
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