This story starts in a land, where a king has been blinded by his adviser, poisoned with his word to destroy the woodlands for the expansion of his ever growing empire. Not knowing that it is causing an uprising, on the far outskirts of the kingdom to the north.
We come to this land, to where slaves are cutting down trees on the mountain side, several hundred miles north of Rivitia, the capital of the nation. One man with the simple name Rolf, use to be in the kings army, but has seen the kings blindness to upcoming events that would destroy the kingdom and decides to get out. Without permission of his superior officers, Rolf just gets up and leaves, taking his horse he rides the night to get away. He rides north, but is seized along the edge of the Everglades where the slaves are hardest at work tearing down forests for future houses to be built. Taken prisoner there, he will serve his time, cutting and carrying trees and logs from this mountain side.
Rolf stands approximately 6 feet tall with a few inches to spare. He has brown hair, always cut short from his experience in the army. He has dark, blue mysterious eye that are hard to read emotions if any at all and dark clay colored skin. He is brawn from many battles, and now from hard intense labor. The other slaves look up to him, for his leadership, courage, being steadfast and giving of hope.... hope that maybe one day they may escape. His presence brings any enemy a shiver through his bones and allies a sense of valor.
Ahh! That is still so good!! When are you going to write more?
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