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Date Posted: 17:13:43 04/02/02 Tue
Author: Amnity
Subject: The Fight & Subsequent Death of My Mother

Bring down the right man, tell all the slaves,
Going to the dragon home, where we can be saved.
That was the first line of the song. A song my mother sang me to sleep with every night. About some place where all were free to roam and lived with dragons. Plagues of Thread, or maybe it was Strings, came down sometimes, and the dragons and the peoples had to save themselves. But it was a good song. My mother and my father were slaves.
Slaves to an evil man, who made them work on his farm. The slaves fought. Thier masters came from all around, and picked the prize fighter. My daddy was the prize. Another slave, Big Jimmo, wanted to be prize, and so daddy was killed when I was two. Mama was a good fighter, and she was going to fight Animo, from another farm. She begged the master. Please, I have a young baby, if I die, where will she go? And do you know what the master said? He said Your offspring are none of my concern. So my mama told me, not expecting a five year old to understand, that if she didn't survive, I would go with Neemaw to the dragonland. Neemaw was my aunt, and if Mama died, she would take me to the dragonland.
The fight came, and Mama went out well. she was slashing with her knife and swinging with her fists. Animo was about to go down. Suddenly, he took out a stave and rammed it into her heart. Mama fell. When they brought her out, she grasped my hand. She tried to sing the song to me.
Brig dow the righ men, teh all da slates,
Goin' to the draaa...
Her hand went limp on my arm and I stared. With hatred at The master, with pain towards my mother, with fear towards the world. I stared at Neemaw. Later that night, we snuck away. They caught us, killing Neemaw. Now, I was eight, old enough to fight. A lingering memory of the song hung in my ears, and one night I got away. Walking alone for six years teaches you alot. I got tougher, learned to heal, fight, defend myself. I got many piercings. I grew hardened. One day I came upon the place, and a memory sprang fresh in my mind. I say the dragons flying, and remembered, tears in my eyes as I walked into the realm, and sang...
Bring down the right man, tell all the slaves,
Going to the dragonhome where we can be saved.

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