Erin was sad, no, she was angry! She had only just returned home and was already being shunned out, again.
Erin just wanted to turn around; to run back home and force her father to listen to her point of view, but she couldn't. She knew she couldn't, she knew she had to continue, but is was hard.
Surrendering into defeat, Erin made a compromise with herself; when she reached the top of the hill she could turn around and steal one last glance of Stonefall, her deserted home.
Pushing her legs to the maximum, Erin raced to the top of the hill, where she finally turned around.
As soon as she had turned, she regretted it. Her home looked worse on the way out than where she came in. The houses appeared to stand further apart while everything else was covered in an unshifting gloom. To top off the picture a stray dog ran across the street only to vandalize her fathers home.
Unable to bear looking at the site anymore, Erin turned to start her half a day's south walk to the next closest town, Brom.
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Slightly panting and hungry, Erin stopped on the out skirts of Brom.
But what she saw shocked her. Marching in practiced synchronization, with matching clothes and wearing chains, what no less that 100 slaves.
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Erin
Non-FictionErin always had the feeling that she would achieve something important, something life changing. Never did she believe the time would actually come. Now her whole world and the world of many other rest in her left hand...
