-Mark P.O.V.-

To be honest, I NEVER expected the search for this... Strangely-fashioned sword to be found THAT easily.

Well, as the saying goes, Life is like a mineshaft roller coaster. There are ups, downs, loop-de-loops, twists, loop-de-loops, turns, and even more loop-de-loops.

Man, I must like loop-de-loops.

But, as I was saying, that sword almost pierced my foot.

That would've hurt badly. I grabbed the handle of the sword and yanked it out of the ground.

I gapped at the sword in awe. The sword's blade held a sunset-like color as if night and day merged together. The sword was also unbelievably light. Like I could just swing the sword around and I wouldn't have to worry about the weight of the sword.

I grinned, sheathing the sword quickly, I ran away from the tree and out of the bushes and out to the camp, which is now a disaster.

Tents overturned, the campfire pit buried, and the debris was as bad as Hurricane Andrew, whatever that is.

And so, I went up to Avery to tell him the news.

I managed to find Avery next to what is remaining of the mess hall. I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder.

He quickly turned his head and readied his hand on a mace.

"Woah there Avery," I yelped, "It's just me. Mark." Avery sighed heavily.

"I guess its just an old habit mixed with a newer habit." Avery replied, lowering his hand while rubbing his eyes.

I stared at him, wondering one thing. "How exactly, did you get enslaved?" I blurted out.

Avery squinted his eyes at me, as if saying 'Are you kidding me?'

"Sorry," I started, "You don't have to te-"

"It's alright. It just startled me for a moment there. Well, where do I begin..."

"Well, you can just explain what happened that day." I replied.

Avery just stared at me.

"Well... 10 years ago, me and Ana were walking down the street, looking into the countless shop windows."

"We decided that we needed to hide, benefits of being illegals."

"Illegals?" I inquired.

"People who immigrated to a new country but not really the right way." Anastasia walked up next to Avery, crossing her arms.

"As I was saying, us being illegals meant that we would be targeted for many reasons... All because our parents decided that it was time to  leave our diminishing country. Sadly though, after we were smuggled into the country, shortly after, our mother passed away during a riot."

"And what was the cause of the riot?" 

"People riot just to stir up attention. Nevertheless, our mother, to the best of her abilities, tried everything she could to stop the riot. Sadly, she was smitten by a sword." 

The twins stifled a tear.

"What happened then?"

"A week later, our father too was taken by officials... We never saw him ever again."

Anastasia shifted her body so that she was seated next to her brother. She patted his back reassuringly.

He continued on, "Anyway, there we were, all alone in an unforgiving world, wandering the streets. Ana and I decided to split up and salvage anything we could to survive. We agreed to meet up back at our safe house. We split up, and I meandered around til past sunset, when we promised to meet back at dusk precisely. Because... We knew..."

"Knew what?" 

"Past dusk is the time the slave traders come out. I found a jackpot. I saw it was enough supplies for us to last a few weeks. But, as I was salvaging the supplies, I felt a hard impact on the Parietal Lobe. When I came to, I was bound, gagged, and locked in a cage in rags. Few days later, I was sold to Kate Micheals." Avery's voice was becoming shaky near the end.

"Don't continue on. It'll become too hard to explain" I finished.

"U-uh yeah." Avery said, as if he broke from a trance.

I held out my hand to him, and he took it.

"Well," I stated, pulling Avery up, "We have some people to save."

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Hi!

Yeah, I realized that I was 8 chapters in when I realized that I was getting nowhere on the search of the two unfortunate people so here's what I'm thinking:

I'm, ONCE again, going to change my writing style.

I'll have 1 P.O.V. per chapter, as to help the story move along a little bit quicker.

Thanks you so much for sticking with me this far,

- SoniczurcX