I'll travel the wind with you.

-Douce, pt 1.-

"Days are long and hard. The earth spins around the sun so slowly for a reason. I want to teach you about a little thing; karma."

I hear my late father's voice in my head. At the time, I couldn't care more about his words. Looking back on his schpeel about karma and how "if I do good to the world, the world will do me good in return." I could hear the shakiness in his voice. It was slight but noticeable, like when you're hurt but you must make a formal appearance, so you have to hide your struggle not to cry out in pain. Even though that was the last thing he said to me before he died, I still know that it's bullshit. Tireless hours of slave work, me forcing myself to stay on this goddamned plantation for years of my life, just to make my father proud, to be Monsieur De'Lacruiz's favorite servant. To be a fulfilled woman. To be... the perfect wife for my future husband. Count me out.

I am not a gentle woman.

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Time skips away...

Tonight is the night of my escape. The cold, crisp air fills my lungs as I try to tune out the awful, blood curdling screams coming from inside the plantation. I sit next to the fence, the only thing keeping me here in this scene of torture. "I'll come back for you, my beloved siblings." I say as I punch through the plank of the fence that was most rotted. "You'd think that a plantation owner would put in better security measures, or at least invest in a better fence." I say as I walk through the newly created gap. Something I didn't expect on the other side however, was a giant moat surrounding the area. at the bottom there was a harsh, hostile river. Rolling and crashing like a hurricane was on the horizon. Just then, I hear a familiar voice, the one I've heard for years on end. "Douce... what are you doing out here? You know you shouldn't be past the fence." Monsieur De'Lacruiz says in a soft, gentle, yet disciplinary tone. "I'm done with this place, Monsieur." I yell towards him. My fists clench into tight balls, my knuckles turn white. "You can't just decide you're leaving... I own you. I own you and your entire family! you are all MY property!" His voice growing more harsh and forceful, I can see him just about shake with hysteria."You're derranged. Has power over people really made you this corrupt?" My degrations don't seem to make an impact on him."Y'know, there isn't anywhere you can go if you escape right? There isn't any way you can get to Arthamin, their borders are closed." He reveals."That is no problem of mine. I  will run rougue in Isolise if it means I can get away from this hellhole!" I scream. He let's out a terrifyingly manic laugh. It sounded like nails on a chalk board. He starts to talk. "You yelled at me, Douce. That's not very gentle of you. You must be Douce, Douce." "My parent's wish when they named me was in vain. I do NOT represent my name." I refute. He walks closer. step step. The grass crunches beneath his feet. step step. I back away from him. step step. I'm back as far as I can go. step. He stands in front of me. My back facing the moat. "If you want to leave so badly, go on." he says as he pushes me off the cliff. The air seems as if it's stabbing my back, my organs feel like they are bouncing all around my body. Then, I make contact with the water. I feel myself getting engulfed in the icy cold water, and get carried away by the harsh current. Luckily enough, I'm able to grab onto a stray piece of driftwood. I'm pulled by the water, like I'm a puppet on a string, unable to control which direction I go in. The water is my master, My guardian, it moves me how it wants. It can be dangerous to trust, but I have to trust it won't kill me. I would hate to die escaping, id rather die a martyr.

The driftwood splits.

"Crap!" I exclaim, shortly after being shut up by a splash of water in my face. That splash was big enough to push me under. I try to make it back to the surface but the current keeps pushing me down. So many attempts of trying to get back up, like I have at every inconvenience in the past. I have to get up again, I have to save my family from that horrible man, I have to... I have... things to... do...

I fade out of consciousness.