As far as my life inside the duchy goes, all that I remember is a dull and gray atmosphere that always follows me. I tried to run countless times but all I received our shackles. At that time I kept wondering how their world could be so full of colours while mine is filled with only one, a dull and silent grey.
I wanted it as well, I wanted to smile like them however all I get are contempt, whips and chains.
Every time they saw me they would put those things on me until my vision turned red.
"Young master...hurry you must leave!"
Who is that?
Did someone speak?
"Young master!"
Before I knew someone recklessly lifted me and removed all the restraints that chained me.
"Come now please"
Her voice was quite strained as she said that.
Is she?....crying?....why?
I thought while my body felt being itchy
That hurts just what is going on?
