310 7.38 The Tale Of Will.I.Am (2/2)

I worked and toiled in that wretched house until I was 8 when the village I stayed in was suddenly damaged by orcs and ogres. It was a stampede and everyone scream and tried to escape from the onslaught of those green creatures.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me and I lost consciousness due to lack of sustenance when a kind soul gently picked me up from the ground and carried me to his home where I was locked up and sold as slaves...!

I went from one household to another as I was on a temporary contract and served between 3 to 6 months with a minimum wage of 1 copper per day. Every house I went to was given a proper room to sleep in, and cramped like sardines with other slaves.

In another household, I would be given a nice little cellar that was filled with moulds and stank of stagnant water. Sounds of chains being dragged every night and the howl and screams of people being tortured would unit from a sinkhole in the centre of it.

There was one household who was kind enough to prepare a nice little bed for me with cushy linings, fine satin spread and a pillow of the fluffiest material on earth and would close the lid during daytime and open it up during the night when they opened up my little coffin.

Don't worry...I'm, not their blood servants or anything like that but I was living with a group of Vampiras that like my face that's all and dresses me up as one of them whenever they hold some parties and such.

I managed to escape from there when a man came over and annihilate the Vampiras and the person looked pretty familiar. He smokes like 3 packets a day and had all kinds of amulets and stuff with him. He was always dressed in a suit and tie and I heard people call him as Constantine or something and he got a few cool moves too.

And here I am finally, being sold off by a slave trader when he tricked me being his helper at first and gave me the first shilling I had ever possessed. He brought me to a tavern and offered me any kinds of food I liked and he dresses me up in proper boy's clothes.

We went from town to town selling his wares when one day he was stopped and robbed of all his worldly possessions by some highwaymen. He nearly killed himself by jumping off a low bridge into a dry creek underneath but was stopped in time by a man in a black cloak with a forked staff in one hand.

He was offered a one time opportunity to sell his soul to the Devil to attain immortality and to learn a new skill which was slave trading. After their discussion, the trader agreed and he suddenly turned into a heartless fellow and I became his first merchandise to sell.

And now...here we are in the middle of nowhere familiar in Byram and was being sold off as a child slave at the highest bidder.

That's me, Will.I.Am Tell, a young 10-year-old boy, with a future in the hands of my new lord.