'Being slaves of one's own free will-
The very definition of human nature.
Some aware-
Some not.
Perhaps the word slave- would only awake negative feelings in the hearts of men.
However, it is men who choose to be slaves.
Some to money, some to desires, other to power and authority.
And those are only a few.
To be a slave doesn't mean one has to actively submit to someone-
But rather, it could mean being a slave to oneself as well.
Being a slave to one's ambition.'
"What the hell is this?" Flint winced, reading just half a page.
The horse strode forward, moving swaying a bit.
Each step, each hoof-
Forward.
"That's my secret treasure handed down to me by my grandfather, be gentle-" Amanda said.
They'd crossed the borders, not a big feat considering they were adventurers moving to a new town looking for work.