Mr. Sanders was an ambitious man. All he wanted in life was to make money. And at forty six years of age, his hair sprinkled with white, and face already wrinkled, he had lots of it. Maybe that is why he never married. Mr. Sanders believed that marriage would lead to children, which would further lead to responsibilities. And Mr. Sanders already had a host of responsibilities to worry about. After all, managing a big business like that of Mr. Sanders required time, and patience.
He liked to believe that he was not a cruel man. Just someone, who wants to get his work done. In fact, Mr. Sanders cringed at the sight of the wounds that had been inflicted at the skull of the farm boy by none other than his own cane. And the boy deserved that. He had been quite sluggish these past few days.
Nevertheless, Mr. Sanders was happy with the boy. He had served his purpose well. Mr. Sanders was not a forgetful man. And he could still easily recount the day he had first seen the boy. Thirteen years ago, a visibly younger Mr. Sanders had just stepped out of his house to take one last look at his cattle, before finally settling in for dinner, and had spotted a small lump covered with a blanket not quite far away from his house. He went to it and pulled the blanket away. Underneath was a little red haired boy, sleeping, or perhaps unconscious.
Upon coming around, the boy could remember nothing but his name, Zack.
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Chaos
FantasiaA tale of a boy who was suddenly snatched from his world and thrown into a world filled with things he couldn't understand. A tale of men and women who had at their disposal powers that could wreak havoc on mankind. A tale of elements, with each one...
