Life is great for some people, yet life doesn't seem to like me. This world is unfair. People live in castles, can buy whatever they want, and people think it's normal. My normal though, is something I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. The village I live in, well it doesn't deserve that title. This place where I live is more like a broken down pit stop on the way to a village.
It's a place where the poorest of the poor live. People live here either because they are criminals and this is their punishment. They live here because no one cares what they do. Or live here like me, with no choice. I have nothing to my name, no money, a scrap piece of cloth called a dress.
Where people live they call it home. This..this place isn't my home. It will never be my home. But this is my life, and I have no choice.
People say everyone has choice. Bullshit. I didn't pick to be born into a poor family. I didn't get to pick when the only person I love died. I didn't get to pick the place I live. I sure didn't pick when a mysterious, nameless man walks into me. We don't all get choices in life.
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The Peasant
RomanceHe was the strongest He had no weakness He had unlimited power People looked up at him He looked down at them Everyone knew who he was Yet no one had every seen him He was after all their leader Who had no name that anyone knew He went by his tit...
