Somewhere near London, 1512
All I remember is running... Running from that stupid merchant.
My father had bought a necklace for my mother from a merchant. We lived on a farm near London. The closest town was three miles away.
That day my mother and father were in our small house and I was out in the feilds working. I heard a scream from the house and ran to see what had happened. I peeked in the window and my father had a knife to his throat. I read his lips, "Run."
The man with the knife looked back at me and I ran. I got a head start, but he was still gaining me. I decided that defense was my best choice. I pick a rock and threw it at him Right when the rock lifted off my finger tips all went black.
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