The whistling blow of cold air from the aperture of a broken cobblestone muttered throughout the dark room,"......who's there....", a puzzled young boy was trapped inside, trying to figure out what the situation was. The place was dark, so dark that he could barely make out the things that were around him. The young boy tried to move but was stuck it was hard to make movements, because not even a single light passed through the damp walls. The boy noticed that his legs were tied with a rope. It was then he realized that something was wrong, the boy cried for help " Is anyone there?.... ama....apa...help me". The boy screamed until his lungs gave out and his mouth dried up. The boy had been crying and begging for hours, as his voice started to crack and fade, his eyes began to squint because of the pain caused by his constant crying.......a light appeared.... a door opened.....a woman entered the room with a warm smile, the boy that lingered for his mother's warmth tried to speak in a weakly manner then the woman replied with a warm tone, " Don't worry, now you are my child.... I OWN YOU ". The boy blacked out already and did not hear the woman's statement.

The sound of chains crinkling roused the slumbering boy, he slowly opened his eyes and he felt a cold metallic object wrapped around his torso. He slowly regained his consciousness and realized that he was being dragged by a chain. The boy tried to shout but to no avail, not a single sound came out, it was because his throat was mangled so much that some part of it was broken. The boy looked up and saw that there were cages, Even in an unlit environment the boy knew that the cages were moving as if there were creatures inside wanting freedom. As he was being dragged a hand popped out from the metallic cage, It was a man screaming, with eyes that bulged out from its sockets and a face distorted by starvation and dehydration. Over time his eyes adjusted to the darkness and noticed that there were other cages and it was not just filled with humans but other creatures as well. Not all were alive, some were dead while others were waiting to die.

The boy realized that he could be one of the people that would be imprisoned in the cage, he tried to break free from the chains but every time he moved the more the chains constricted. He struggled and struggled and struggled, but instead of loosening the chains it got tighter, and it was hard to breathe and heavy to move. The chains tightened and eventually limited the oxygen flow to his brain causing him to faint. The last thing that he saw was a huge man wearing an executioner's mask.

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The boy woke up again in an unfamiliar room, but this time it was bright. As he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a ceiling with a color similar to a human's blood. When he tried to move, he realized that his body was in pain. A woman then entered the room with a concerned look and said, "Emil, be careful. Don't rush. You need to rest right now. That accident really bruised your body." The boy's response was to cry out the pain that his body was experiencing. The woman comforted him, saying, "It is okay, my child. There is no need for you to cry. Your mother is here." After crying for a while, Emil slowly drifted off while his mother comforted him.

Emil woke up to a sunny day ahead. His butler assisted him with his bath and in preparing his clothes. As he exited the room, he was greeted cheerfully by the maids of the mansion. "My Lord, Her Grace is now waiting for you in the dining area," they said. Emil entered and saw a long dining table with golden cutlery and pristine white plates. His father and mother were the only ones sitting across each other. The butler immediately took out a wooden chair and placed it in the center for Emil. As he seated himself, he felt worried about his father, who seemed distant and blank. "Father," Emil called out, but there was no response.

"Emil, there is no need to worry. Your father just has a lot of work to do," Emil's mother reassured him. After the meal, Emil spent his day playing in the mansion. The mansion was huge, with three floors. The first floor had a spacious hallway with a grand staircase made of marble and gold. The second floor, where Emil spent most of his time, was filled with various rooms including a library and a music room. The third floor was where Emil's room was located, overlooking a field of white roses. His mother, Ardea Dyniste, was the Duchess of Mydia, a region known for its white roses and majestic sculptures.

As the day turned to night, Emil's mother helped him get to bed. She tucked him in and kissed him goodnight as the candlelight was blown out, leaving only the moonlight to illuminate the room. Emil closed his eyes and felt his own heartbeat quicken as if he were running from something, maybe even death. He could sense the dampness of his worn out shoes and the texture of the ground; it was raining. Emil thought, "Why is it raining? What kind of dream is this?" The rainpour became heavier and he felt every raindrop fall on his skin. Looking down, he saw the rain mixing with blood. As he turned around, he saw an indistinct figure bleeding, trying to tell him something, ......."Run... E...."