The sky was shinning bright on a day of confusion for a little boy. This little boy was flown out to see the statues he sees every year on the second of may. He never understood why his grandpa would make him see these. He always tells him to close his eyes and pay his respects, but why? Why would he pay his respects, there just statues they didn't do anything, they can't move.
"Grandpa, why do we always come here? Whats so important about these statues?"
"Well son let me tell you. These statues are the reason the world isn't full of so much sorrow, the reason the world no longer holds slaves. The story I'm about to tell you will live on in my heart for years to come. My mother has passed the story down and I guess its your turn now. It all started 83 years ago when I was only the size of a fingertip in my mothers womb...."
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On The Fountains Edge
Science FictionA little boy is curious about the story behind the statue of a man holding a little girl on the fountains edge. The boy is brought with the pain of the true story of Emer Sanduo and here owner Valens Burnhard. He gets told from the first day they m...
