"Hey, can you walk? Let's see if you can." A brunet man chuckled darkly as he shoved a ginger boy into the dirt, kicking his side before pulling him back up; forcing him to stand. "Next time think before you do something stupid." He swung at him, knocking him back down into the dirt before going back to the house with a disgusted grunt.
"Goodness! Robin are you alright?" A brunette girl carefully walked over, helping him up and moving his hair out of his face.
"Y-Yeah Echo... I'm alright..." Robin wheezed slightly, holding his side and going back to his chores, "You please go back inside before you get in trouble too..."
"I will, but what did you get in trouble for?" Echo crossed her arms and frowned, raising an eyebrow and slowly heading back to the house.
"I dropped the bag of food and broke it open in the dirt..." He grabbed another bag and pointed at the old bag with a pout.
"Well, that's ridiculous! That bastard..." She swore in French before looking back at Robin, "The master's son shouldn't treat you like a slave, because you're a servant just like me." She scowled to herself, shaking her head.
"Nevermind it, now please- go..." Robin pleaded before Echo simply nodded, waving goodbye and bidding her farewell in French while Robin said his in Irish.
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Sorry it's short ! But it's a start for right now, I promise the next chapter will be longer when I have an idea for what to write !
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¬ How Does A Bird Fly ¬
Historical FictionThe year is 1765 : Robin is a seventeen-year-old indentured servant from Ireland who has come to the new world for a start, a new life. That is until his past comes back to bite him in the ass and his whole world slowly crumbled underneath him as...
