free+writinng

the Great beast was my first piece of writing: **__ Chapter 1  __** ** It was 6 o clock when I came home from the wheat farms and me and my mother where absolutely knackered, I remember the first time I came to the wheat farms there where so many slaves, now me being one of them, I had been purchased off a slave master who had stolen and beaten me and my mother up. I hated the place I was in it was horrible and also, my mum was sick and had caught a deadly disease “Phelias?” Said my mother weakly as I spun around and found that she had collapsed on the floor, I reached out and picked her up from the ground but I knew deep In my heart that it was almost time for her to go, I was silently weeping and then after half an hour she was dead, but before she died she gave me a small necklace and her four last words “Andronia is waiting, son”. ** **__  Chapter 2  __** ** I woke up painfully and swore an oath that I would avenge my mother and all the other people that had died and would also escape from the horrible place which would never be my home again, I took one last look at my mother before she was carried away to be burned in a giant bonfire which burned the dead every night, but I was not thinking about my mother I was thinking about my escape with my best friend Alan then at that moment I knew it was the right time “Alan” I said “it is time” he directly sprung into action punching one of the guards in the nose so that he was knocked out straight away and then stealing his long sharp dagger that he always had at the ready and then I ran to the door but my way was blocked by a guard who had his long dagger drawn and could strike at any moment I tackled him down had and we both wrestled for the dagger but I was lucky that Alan was coming and stabbed the guard straight through the back instantly killing him. ** **__  Chapter 3  __** ** I kept running with Alan right behind me, and even thought the rest of the guards where looking after the wounded we knew that they would come after us very very soon. As I ran there was a ripped piece of paper and I directly identified it as the map of Andronia, our world that we lived in so I showed Alan and he being a more recent fresh slave knew that it wasn’t the whole map and that there where letters that I nor him could read and they looked a little like this: ** ** I was absolutely fascinated by this part of the map and the letters that surrounded it and I knew deep in my heart that this was no ordinary map, I knew that this was a magic map, we walked for the rest of the day and stopped at the of a forest to make a camp even though we did not have food or drink we where still happy we where out of the slaughter house called the wheat farms, I told Alan that i would  **