Half a year after being exiled, I feel like the tin man from the old story "Wizard Of Oz". No heart, emotionless, broken, my mother said they wouldn't take me but they did, forcefully. My mother was killed so they could take me from her. All I remember is the screams and then silence, when my father found out he tried to assassinate the Lancer and was imprisoned for life. I should have been able to make a ship. Another day without food, miserable is the best word for the situation.
