Joseph: “Guess who.” Mary: (spins around.) “Joseph! You’ll never believe what just happened.” Joseph: “It took you less than an hour to fold all the laundry?” Mary: “I just saw an angel.” Joseph: “Like an angel of the Lord? Come, on Mary. I know you like to be creative, but don’t you think that’s a little far. Angels only appear to great people.” Mary: “But one did, Joseph! It’s no story! I’m telling the truth.” Joseph: “Well, what did he tell you then, dear?” Mary: “The Lord, He came upon me and said I would bear His son. I’m pregnant. Just like the prophet Isaiah said, “Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign. Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.” [Isaiah 7:14]
“Sire!” Grink stormed into the house. Listross yawned and rubbed his eyes. He had fallen asleep on the couch reading to Emmya. They had traveled all night to get back. Thyrin and his group had taken both wagons their old master had owned and loaded them with supplies. Thryrin argued a bit about his group having to move into the barn, but when he saw the size of the manor house, he conceded. “Listross, wake up.” Grink frowned at him. “Someone’s coming.” Listross sat up, alert. “Who?” “Not quite sure, but Bolfreed and I were scouting, and saw them in the distance.” “Them? Go get a closer look, but don’t get caught.” “Understood.” Grink spun and left, leaving the house to be quiet once more.
The girl turned into ash. Rodney blinked; his breath catching in his gut. “Avaria?” He scooped some of the ash into his hands and shouted her name again. He felt his heart race. He knew he was panicking, but what else did one do when their girlfriend turns into ash right next to you. A breeze came by and the ashes were pushed to the edge of the blanket.
Listross hugged Emmya tight. “I should be back in a few days.” “Please don’t go, Daddy.” She clung onto his arm. “You know I must. Now be good for Flouth while I’m gone.” Listross picked Emmya up and tightly hugged her. He felt the soft tug of her curls untangling from his beard as he handed her to Flouth. “We’ll have fun!” Flouth hoisted her into the air, caught her, and rubbed his large nose on her belly. Emmya simultaneously giggled and groaned. Listross patted Flouth’s shoulder. “Thank you.” Flouth shrugged. His long hair swayed in the breeze. “It’s an honor, Prince. Now go so you’ll actually arrive before sunrise.” Listross kissed Emmya’s button nose and pink lips. He leaned in close and whispered goodbye in her ear. Adjusting the pack on his shoulder, he set out east towards the next farm.
“Now my prince,” Ideara smirked and stroked Listross’s beard. “How do you plan to free us?” The red welt on Emmya’s cheek caught Listross’s eye. He wouldn’t see her or any of the other children here suffer any longer. The time for change was now. “We attack tonight. While they sleep.” “Were there any weapons in that chest?” Flouth takes a bite of his soup, the usual glint in his eye. “No, but we have Grandmother’s cooking knife.”
Welcome all to Prince of Slaves, my interactive story where you get to decide what happens next! I'm really excited to start this and hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. At the end of the chapter, there will be two options. Please comment below with your vote and/or... Continue Reading →
King Sortsill swiped the back of his hand across the table, scattering the clay armies onto the floor. There was another knock on the door. “Your majesty, the assembly has been waiting three hours. They’re becoming rather impatient.” “Tell them if they want to survive they’ll wait an extra five! The fools!” The door burst open. Lord Drephin, a short noble that governed the South of Tavalask, stood there, holding the sides of his large middle. Bruhn, the elderly butler, glared at his back. “We’re the fools?!” Drephin large face reddened. “We’re just trying to get back home to equip our people!” King Sortsill rose and slammed his hands on the table.
Cover Art by Sarah Mileusnich How it works Listross has grown up as a slave on a potato plantation as long as he can remember. Like everyone, he wants freedom. Especially now that he witnesses his daughter suffering. Your job is to help Listross make the best decisions to get there. No pressure! Each week... Continue Reading →