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Breaking of Chains
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Slaves. They were slaves of cruel masters. Cruel masters, who fed them enough so that they could just finish the work they were meant to do. Cruel masters, who clothed them enough so that they wouldn’t freeze to death. Cruel masters, who whipped them when they weren’t working hard enough. Cruel masters, that took the women they wanted, and used the kids for entertainment.
The slaves, were hearing the rumours like everyone else.
A great nation has risen around the Bay. A nation, led by a man who carried the name Maarav Thorstein, a man who commanded some of the greatest, and largest armies the area had ever seen. They heard about the unimaginable victories his forces achieved, and the strangers they were trading with. But most importantly, they knew that slavery was not permitted inside this great kingdom. That all sentient, intelligent creatures, may you be a man or a woman, a Vixae or a Lopexian, were equal. Many of the slaves saw Maarav as a God for this very reason. And they knew, they knew, that the Terian armies were marching their way. And they also knew that the cruel masters had no way to stop such an army.
So plans were made.
Deep into the night they stayed awake. Sharpening tools so that they could be used as weapons. They even attempted to learn how to fight. However they knew that that wouldn't be their role when aiding the liberators. They had to be ready to open the gates when the armies come, so that a siege would not have to happen. If their stronghold would end up falling under siege, the chance of survival for the slaves would drop significantly. There was no way that the masters would give the slaves whatever precious food that would be left within the city.
So the slaves prayed.
They prayed to Bialdir, to let the light shine upon them.
They prayed to Tovjun, asking him to let the Fed Terians be successful.
THey prayed to Menelia, asking her to help them find a new home.
They prayed to the Qariz twins, begging them to take the masters to the Land of Always Living as fast as possible.
Until the time of their liberation came, they just had to survive. They knew that the neighbouring Lopexians had joined the Kingdom. They must be next. The slaves had decided to elect a leader, so that they had someone who could represent them when the time came for liberation.
And the choice was obvious.
Who would be better to lead them then Muranda Ohu.
The man who was captured when his tribe couldn’t fend of the masters any longer.
The man that had been punished so many times, because he stood up for other slaves.
“This… This is an honour,” Muranda told his fellow slaves, “I shall lead and represent you all the best way I can. For the Liberation!”
“For the Liberation!” came the cheer from the fellow slaves surrounding him.

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Three days later, the time came.
The army lead by Murdoch Thorstein, brother of the King, was marching upon the stronghold.
Muranda knew that the slaves would have to act fast. If they were to slow, they would be locked back up in the dungeon, and they would not be given any food or water while down there, as the masters would never, ever give them the chance to survive. With 5 other men, he hid when the masters came to lock everyone in the dungeons. The masters were rushed, and weren’t bothered to count the slaves, believing that they had all fully submitted to them.
They split into 2 groups of three, and would head to the gate, which they would open when they arrived. They intentionally split into two groups, so that if one got caught, the other could still have a chance to succeed. The slaves knew the stronghold better than anyone, because of the work they had to do. They knew every passageway, every hatch, and every doorway. They knew the places that the light just couldn’t reach, which they used to hide. They knew the rooms which the masters barely visited, and moved through them freely. They knew the quickest way to the gate.
The army of Fed Ter was close to the gate, and Muranda arrived just in time. The other three slaves weren’t there, and Muranda feared for the worse. There were only two guards on the doorway, as most would be on the walls, defending them. The slaves quickly dispatched of them with the utensils they stole in the kitchen. The guards never saw it coming. However, they were trained. One of the slaves got gutted.
As he was slowly dying, Muranda kneeled next to him.
“Your children shall not be slaves, and live freely thanks to you. Now rest, and travel to the Land of Always Living.”
Muranda and the surviving slave quickly opened the gate, which was the turning point in the battle, just as Muranda expected.
The Fed Terian Army quickly rushed in, and had full control over the stronghold within an hour. Muranda came forward as the representative of the slaves when Murdoch asked for one. He explained the horrific acts committed by the masters, and how they had been mistreated.
Murdoch was shocked, but recovered quickly.
“In the name of my brother the King, I sentence the Masters to death, and this stronghold shall go to the slaves, with this man being the Lord of this land.”
It was now Muranda’s turn to be shocked. He never expected to become a Lord, he was just a simple farmer. He didn’t know how to read, or write, let alone rule.
Murdoch seemed to read his mind and told him, “One of ours shall stay with you until you know what you are doing. Now, I just need you to swear your allegiance to Fed Ter.”
Muranda did what he was asked. And just like that, the slaves were free men.