310 7.38 The Tale Of Will.I.Am

I only have vague memories of my childhood and had miniscule recollections of who my real parents were. I was told by my adopted parents that i was given away at birth since my biological parents cannot afford to take care of another child in the family.

"Use a condom next time, dear parents, if you plan to have a night of wild throes next time and not making babies like adding kittens in the household."

Yup...I was given away to a barren family that accepts babies and kids and were kind enough to raise them even though both of them were mere farmers that depended on wheat crops and a small vegetable farm.

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What little they earned from the wheat crops would go for the care of their adopted babies and children. I was the latest and youngest at age 0 and an addition to the group as the oldest was 18.

We were all living in a shoe-shaped house called ' the old brown shoe' in between to a house made of candies and a house made of straws with a pinky little pig as our neighbour. I was cared for by the oldest daughter in the family and once in a while, I would get a jelly bean when I was old enough to feed myself.

All was heavenly for a toddler like me when one day something happened to the folks that took care of us and strangers stormed into the house wearing a kind of white hard shell full armour plates for several nights during the storm.

I heard they were called Storm Troopers or something like that and each time they came, they sized up my other brothers and sisters before they were carried off after their eyes were being flashed with a Neuralyser or something like that.

I was brought out from the house and was handed to a family consisting of 2 daughters and a mother and was brought up for a few years and all the while I was dressed up in girl's clothes. When I had reached the age of 6, I was then locked up in the basement and was made to serve them as a servant on the day of my birthday.

I was dressed in tattered clothes which would be fit to be used as rags or beddings for pregnant cats to give birth. There in the basement, I had no friends and no way to communicate except for a crippled old rat by the name of Splinter that would make his trips from the sewer and talk to me in his squeaky little voice during some nights.

Another rat named Remy would bring in morsels of food with it's little grubby hands to me and shared it with its fellow friend, Splinter as they chat and gossipped near the metal bars on the surface of the street level.

An occasional fat cat with orangey strips would occasionally pass by and took no notice to the rats and would say hello to me.

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.