Another dull and cold day, living in this small mysterious town. I wake up, early in the cold windy morning feeling the ice breeze against my face, “When will I get out of this awful place?” I say with no hope. “Please, please.” Thump! Thump! Oh no, right behind me is my cold-hearted no-good slave owner ready to effortlessly hurt me. By that I mean kill me.
“Get to work, you dumb peasant,” he growled at me, slapping me with his long skinny belt leading into a sharp pain in my arm.
“Ahh,” I scream in pain, deep deep pain.
“Now get to work or this will end badly.” 8:27 AM, I’m about to leave for the morning pray, pray to the gifted fire. To swarm and fire the ice dragon away.
12:34 PM, I am done with my prays. About four hours of praying to our strong fearsome fire. But a small ripped up paper catches my eye. “Missing, Parvel Carter and Martin Carter. Last seen in the underwater world.”
“What is this?” I say in wonder, walking back to my slave owner’s house. Still, still wondering about the paper and the nonsense in life. “Wait, the fire keeper hopefully can tell me who this is. He knows about everyone in the town and who has left,” I say with sweat happiness.
To be continued.