Post by twilight on Jan 17, 2022 13:09:17 GMT -5
The year is 1290 BC. We lived in what is known as Cairo today.
It was a very hard time. We were forced to build statues and pyramids to gods and kings that we did not believe in. And when our time was finished with the endentured servitude we were released to try and build our own lives.
My name was Khaliam. I was 16 at that time. My parents were Huslimh and Mariuska. I remember them fondly. They were good people and good parents. Soon after our release we moved up river near the Nile. There we built a home, and a life. My father grew plants, mostly corn and other such things. And we had a meager living but a living. And that is all that matterred. A plauge was set onto our people. Many grew ill and died. I was one of them as well as my mother. I spent a long time in Jeville mostly alone. Many did not get passed that place. But I had always been reborn and I knew I just had to outlast the things that hunted us, long enough to come back to the light.
Jeville was a town straight out of a horror movie. Always dark, always cold. Always things hiding in the dark, laughing and crunching. Always hungry, and they always hungered. But I was free one day again, free from Jeville. Free to start over again in another life and another time.
Fast forward to today. And here I am still free and yet still a slave. But don’t get me wrong. I am a slave to my own life, as are we all. The thought of freedom and not, is all but a fleeting glimpse of what true freedom could be.
As fate would have it, I am given another chance of freedom. The freedom to face Travis Deacon Hall. The freedom to face him and defeat him. How sweet it is. He thinks he can claim my title and add it to his HC title? No, no sir, that I will not allow to happen. Not in a million years. Travis, I hope you are once again prepared for let downs. You ought to be used to them by now.
That is all I have to say.
Fade to light
It was a very hard time. We were forced to build statues and pyramids to gods and kings that we did not believe in. And when our time was finished with the endentured servitude we were released to try and build our own lives.
My name was Khaliam. I was 16 at that time. My parents were Huslimh and Mariuska. I remember them fondly. They were good people and good parents. Soon after our release we moved up river near the Nile. There we built a home, and a life. My father grew plants, mostly corn and other such things. And we had a meager living but a living. And that is all that matterred. A plauge was set onto our people. Many grew ill and died. I was one of them as well as my mother. I spent a long time in Jeville mostly alone. Many did not get passed that place. But I had always been reborn and I knew I just had to outlast the things that hunted us, long enough to come back to the light.
Jeville was a town straight out of a horror movie. Always dark, always cold. Always things hiding in the dark, laughing and crunching. Always hungry, and they always hungered. But I was free one day again, free from Jeville. Free to start over again in another life and another time.
Fast forward to today. And here I am still free and yet still a slave. But don’t get me wrong. I am a slave to my own life, as are we all. The thought of freedom and not, is all but a fleeting glimpse of what true freedom could be.
As fate would have it, I am given another chance of freedom. The freedom to face Travis Deacon Hall. The freedom to face him and defeat him. How sweet it is. He thinks he can claim my title and add it to his HC title? No, no sir, that I will not allow to happen. Not in a million years. Travis, I hope you are once again prepared for let downs. You ought to be used to them by now.
That is all I have to say.
Fade to light
