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The Guard

~ Emigrants ~

By

Linda A. Doxey

London, Great Britain,

1560 A.D.

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The Council had asked us to start emptying the storerooms. We did. I realised going down all the levels that I had never been down this far.

"Paddy what is in these rooms?" I asked.

"I am not sure. I have not been down here in a long time."

We decided to start at the bottom and work our way up.

The doors down here were very hard to open. It took four of us half an hour of pushing and shoving to open the door.

Finally, we walked it was full of chests and crates. Paddy opened one of the chests.

"It is empty." He put his hand inside it was covered with a thick dust. "I wonder what was in here."

"That was Cleo's clothes chest when we first arrived here over a thousand years ago." Councilman Klaus said from the doorway.

"I think this might be the problem for a lot of these chests." He pointed to the chests. "These were filled with all our clothes from Africa." He touched the one closest to him. "They were made out of the finest silks." He shook his head. "All gone."

We quickly checked all the chests and crates. They all had the thick dust. The bottom two levels were the quickest to do. Nothing but dust.

We were on the next level when I smelled mortals. Three in fact. I signed to the rest of the group what I smelled. They nodded.

Paddy shifted into a panther. Everyone turned their lanterns away from the door. I opened it quietly. Paddy crept in. I closed the door just as quietly.

Two young men and a woman came running out. They stopped when they saw us standing there.

"There is a wild animal in there, me Lady." The woman pointed to the room they just came out of. "Really?" I stepped in front of the door.

"Me Lady, you can not go in there." She tried to stop me.

"Really now?" I had scooped up Paddy's clothes when he shifted. I walked in with my lantern and closed the door behind me.

Paddy shifted then dressed.

"They have been here for awhile." He whispered. He pointed to the pallets on the floor and the storage of food.

We walked out.

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