"My years as a child living in that house. . . I wish I could forget. My father beat my mother and myself almost daily. The beatings were their worst when he was drinking his wine. I don't remember many times when he was not intoxicated.
On an autumn day, a train of gypsies stopped before my father's house. Their chief, Damiano, came to the door and spoke with my father as I watched from the shadows on the stairwell. I thought I was alone as I attempted to overhear them, but my mother was behind me and watched as well. I didn't notice her until my father looked back with a grin that was dazed with alcohol.
The chief sent in two of his men to charge up the stairs to take me. I was dragged outside and thrown into a cage with steel bars. Something I would get used to in years to come. Frigthened more than any other time in my life, I saw the chief hand over a sum of gold, and my father walked away. That was to be the last time I would ever see him alive again.
My mother approached me and held my hand through the bar. It was to be the last time we would see each other again. Calling out to her through the rain, I reached for her with her ribbon wrapped around my claws."
This page makes me really sad.
But, wow! I have no idea how many layers there were in this. But there were a lot!!!
This is gonna get revamped a little. Bgs and the speech are gonna look different soon enough. . . I'll reupload on here. Page 2-16
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by Richard Marx
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