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Moonstripe (sad)
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Date Posted: 19:55:01 11/05/06 Sun
My name is Moonstripe. I lived on the island called Marshank. My dad and mom died when I was a dibbun. It was ruled by an evil blood thirsty tyrant called Badrang. My first words when I was a dibbun was "hate", "free", and "save". No. I never learned words like "mommy" or "daddy". I never was taught by anybody. Whenever I ask a guard if I could get water, they hit me with a whip. I fall on the ground with a scar on my back. They just laugh and laugh until tears start pouring out of their eyes. The other slaves just ignore my cries. But when I was four seasons old, I attacked Badrang with a guard's whip. I kept scratching him with my bare paws, and hitting him with the whip. The coward screamed out to the guards. They hit me with their clubs until I passed out. I was sent to a little cage. Sometimes, guards poke their dirty paws in the cage. I bite their paws until blood starts gushing out of their fingers. I know it was risky, but I just wanted to show them what it felt like when they whip me with their clubs and whips. Luckily, that was only one percent of the pain I felt inside. Do you know why my mom and dad passed away? It was because they were not cowards like the other slaves.They attacked Badrang when he least expected it. They gave him the wound on the paw.And then... and then they got beaten until they went to the Gates of The Dark Forest. Now I carry a grudge between Badrang and his little captain guard, Deathpaw. Now, when I was five seasons old, I once again attcked Badrang. Only this time, I got thrown over board Marshank. They mistakened me for a dead 'un and left me on the sea. Deathpaw thought that if the sea and fishes don't take care of me, the gulls will. When I woke up, I thought I was dead. But I looked and felt the ground. I wasn't dead. I looked counter-clock wise and saw a mouse. " Hello friend." It said. I jumped. " W-who a-are y-y-you?" The mouse offered a paw. " My name is little Tim." I took him by the paw and stood up. " And my name is Moonstripe. Do you know the island called Marshank?" Tim's face became serious. " Aye. 'tis a sad island that 'un was. Parents died from all the whippin by 'ole Badrang. You know that place?" Moonstripe nodded. " Aye. I was a slave.Parents died too, but only from the guards." Tim nodded. " I feel your pain, old chum."
And that's how Tim and I began our journey throughout the island of Lutra to find a ship strong enough to sail through the monstrous waves to get to Marshank. Here I must put down my quill. My journey to Marshank I will write down in another day.
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