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They came when I was 13. It was a wellthought out plan. They'd been in contact withour clan for months, trading, talking.Occassionally we let one or two of them in.After months, our chief invited them to havedinner. And that's when it happened. The killedeveryone who resisted and took the children.Including me. They trained us as fightingslaves. I adapted to their way of life, plotting,waiting.

Then, last year, after my latest victory in thefighting ring. They started celebrating early.Forgot to put on my chains. And I ran. Ran, ran,as fast as I could. They guards never expectedme. They were looking outside, not in. And Iwas out.

Since then, I've been wandering the lands. Ican't go home. Home as I knew it no longerexists. I'll just have to find a new home,somewhere to settle down.