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What goes around comes around….
A story by a other Maxwell

Its like a dream of a dream or maybe dreaming of someone els dream I don’t know but I shall tell you the words that have played softly in my ear since I was born and tell you my story such as it was…..

13 wooden crosses, three stones
and one little boy who is all alone...

Sun is setting and a man appears,
"pick up the sword boy and dry the tears,

I will teach you so come with me
we will travel over land and sea."

The boy went to war to protect the weak
but received a scar in heart and cheek.

13 wooden crosses, three stones, blue shawl
and a lonely man who once was a lonely boy.

Scarred heart, scarred cheek,
I once tried to protect the weak.

Sun is setting just like then
when the boy met the man...

Last thoughts looking out a caves entrance as the sun set and his fathers shadow came to free him.

I am Kyle Maxwell, and this is my life story such as it is. I gain my last name very much later in life. I was born in a village near the outskirts of the town called Kemet in New gulf. I was told it was a small settlement from people who had fled some ill treatment from the east cost.. I do not remember who my parents were because they died from a plague when I was probably three summers old. Someone from a different village found me crying, roaming my parents’ village and I was sold as slave not long after that. The man that first bought me was an innkeeper in a town called River Creek. He was at first nice, and let me stay with a family that worked for him so I could be taught how to be a slave. They were very nice and I enjoyed being around them. I do not really remember what the mother’s name was, but I do remember that she had daughter, who uses to call me big brother. I always called her little sister. The mother also had a son by the name of Sam. Sam and I became fast friends. We played pranks on his mother almost every day. We would sometimes go to the river, catch frogs, and put them in a basket. Then we would sneak in her bedchambers and put the frogs all over her bed and under the linings as well. We would just wait near her door just to find out how she reacted. She would scream and it would send us in fits of laughter.
Later on, I learned that I had to start helping out at the inn. I was to clean tables, sweep floors, and clean some of the rooms in the Inn. It took me a while to learn how to do those chores, but I was a fast learner. It started with those chores, and then it was something else entirely different. Soon the innkeeper told me to go with some of the men or woman that stayed at the inn for a few nights, to certain rooms and do things with them. At first, I did not like it, but if I did not do the things that I was told to do with who ever the innkeeper wanted me to go with, they would belt me just for disobeying. At first, I resisted but then he told me that if I did not comply it would be harder on one of my other friend that worked there as well, that was same age of me. I learned fast and caused the innkeeper to make a lot of money. This lasted about at least two more summers until one of the Cyber Knights passing though the town saved me. Because I was tired from a session with some woman that usually came to the inn in addition, Sam’s mother was deathly sick, and I helped him take care of her. He came in just as I tripped, making me fall and spill the food that I had in my hands. The innkeeper came up to slap me for being a klutzy slave but the knight stopped him in mid-strike. I really was shocked that he helped me. I had herd of there great deeds but I thought they where just stories He thought that I was a good choice because he could see that I was a good worker, and he noticed that I learned things quickly. The innkeeper sold me and told me to get my things so I could leave with them. I ran to find Sam and told him that the innkeeper sold me to one of the Cyber Knight. Only to learn that he to was going, he was sold to this knight as a slave as well to pay for the healer for his mother. His eyes where wet with tears. We cried together but what could we do but go? We had no where to run and even less chance of living if we tried. There cold detachment confirmed what Sam and I use to talk about late in the night…that they where not his real birth parents. We finally got back to the Knight and told them we where ready to leave. The journey to where we where headed was somewhat long, and I was quiet the whole time. I found out who my savior was. His name was Sir Mahado and he was a protector to a sorcerer and a high priest or so he said. I noticed he change in attuned after we left the town, it was like a wolf casting off a blanket. When we finally got to our destination, Ciudad Juarez I was in awe. The palace was both beautiful & dangerous. He rented a room in a motel and said he would be back in a few hours, he left me with a small bag with food he had been traveling with we thought about running but We new that we would be dead by night fall so we eat and waited. After a few hours we fell asleep when we awoke we where in a pit with many other people dirty and crying some screaming to be free, there where DB’s in the cage with us, I had only ever seen one before this time but now there where 20 no 30 both inside the cage and out. As I looked around, I could see Sir Mahado wink at me as we waited for everyone to come out of the cage and into a dirty stone room .Most of the other children had not had a bath in a while, and I was just as bad. My long hair was pretty matted, also I had dirt smudged on my face from the journey. I was pretty short for my age and scrawny. The other kids were just as messy as I was. One of the slaves tried to escape but did not get that far. The slaves behind him held their breath As the guard pulled out his gun The man fell to the ground Bleeding but smiling And as the others looked on He offered one phrase to explain In a hoarse voice Filled with confidence and authority He replied to their grief-ridden gazes With his last breath he said…“Give me liberty, or give me death…”. It was something I would never forget …never! ....a moment that seemed to stretch into years later They asked the kids what our names were, and when it was my turn, I was very respectful and compliant even though I wanted to smack one of the advisors. I didn’t like the way he was looking at me at all. I knew if I was alone with that certain advisor that he would try to get me to do some of the things that I had to go through with my last owner. A Kraks named Ren walked in and walked up to each one of us. I wasn’t afraid of him (even though he was a DB type I had never seen before) My would be savor was in fact another slaver wanting to make a better score. The Kraks named Ren took us to a market where in two weeks we would meet a very important person a name who later became my father.

Description
What goes around comes around….
A story by a other Maxwell

Its like a dream of a dream or maybe dreaming of someone els dream I don’t know but I shall tell you the words that have played softly in my ear since I was born and tell you my story such as it was…..

13 wooden crosses, three stones
and one little boy who is all alone...

Sun is setting and a man appears,
"pick up the sword boy and dry the tears,

I will teach you so come with me
we will travel over land and sea."

The boy went to war to protect the weak
but received a scar in heart and cheek.

13 wooden crosses, three stones, blue shawl
and a lonely man who once was a lonely boy.

Scarred heart, scarred cheek,
I once tried to protect the weak.

Sun is setting just like then
when the boy met the man...

Last thoughts looking out a caves entrance as the sun set and his fathers shadow came to free him.

I am Kyle Maxwell, and this is my life story such as it is. I gain my last name very much later in life. I was born in a village near the outskirts of the town called Kemet in New gulf. I was told it was a small settlement from people who had fled some ill treatment from the east cost.. I do not remember who my parents were because they died from a plague when I was probably three summers old. Someone from a different village found me crying, roaming my parents’ village and I was sold as slave not long after that. The man that first bought me was an innkeeper in a town called River Creek. He was at first nice, and let me stay with a family that worked for him so I could be taught how to be a slave. They were very nice and I enjoyed being around them. I do not really remember what the mother’s name was, but I do remember that she had daughter, who uses to call me big brother. I always called her little sister. The mother also had a son by the name of Sam. Sam and I became fast friends. We played pranks on his mother almost every day. We would sometimes go to the river, catch frogs, and put them in a basket. Then we would sneak in her bedchambers and put the frogs all over her bed and under the linings as well. We would just wait near her door just to find out how she reacted. She would scream and it would send us in fits of laughter.
Later on, I learned that I had to start helping out at the inn. I was to clean tables, sweep floors, and clean some of the rooms in the Inn. It took me a while to learn how to do those chores, but I was a fast learner. It started with those chores, and then it was something else entirely different. Soon the innkeeper told me to go with some of the men or woman that stayed at the inn for a few nights, to certain rooms and do things with them. At first, I did not like it, but if I did not do the things that I was told to do with who ever the innkeeper wanted me to go with, they would belt me just for disobeying. At first, I resisted but then he told me that if I did not comply it would be harder on one of my other friend that worked there as well, that was same age of me. I learned fast and caused the innkeeper to make a lot of money. This lasted about at least two more summers until one of the Cyber Knights passing though the town saved me. Because I was tired from a session with some woman that usually came to the inn in addition, Sam’s mother was deathly sick, and I helped him take care of her. He came in just as I tripped, making me fall and spill the food that I had in my hands. The innkeeper came up to slap me for being a klutzy slave but the knight stopped him in mid-strike. I really was shocked that he helped me. I had herd of there great deeds but I thought they where just stories He thought that I was a good choice because he could see that I was a good worker, and he noticed that I learned things quickly. The innkeeper sold me and told me to get my things so I could leave with them. I ran to find Sam and told him that the innkeeper sold me to one of the Cyber Knight. Only to learn that he to was going, he was sold to this knight as a slave as well to pay for the healer for his mother. His eyes where wet with tears. We cried together but what could we do but go? We had no where to run and even less chance of living if we tried. There cold detachment confirmed what Sam and I use to talk about late in the night…that they where not his real birth parents. We finally got back to the Knight and told them we where ready to leave. The journey to where we where headed was somewhat long, and I was quiet the whole time. I found out who my savior was. His name was Sir Mahado and he was a protector to a sorcerer and a high priest or so he said. I noticed he change in attuned after we left the town, it was like a wolf casting off a blanket. When we finally got to our destination, Ciudad Juarez I was in awe. The palace was both beautiful & dangerous. He rented a room in a motel and said he would be back in a few hours, he left me with a small bag with food he had been traveling with we thought about running but We new that we would be dead by night fall so we eat and waited. After a few hours we fell asleep when we awoke we where in a pit with many other people dirty and crying some screaming to be free, there where DB’s in the cage with us, I had only ever seen one before this time but now there where 20 no 30 both inside the cage and out. As I looked around, I could see Sir Mahado wink at me as we waited for everyone to come out of the cage and into a dirty stone room .Most of the other children had not had a bath in a while, and I was just as bad. My long hair was pretty matted, also I had dirt smudged on my face from the journey. I was pretty short for my age and scrawny. The other kids were just as messy as I was. One of the slaves tried to escape but did not get that far. The slaves behind him held their breath As the guard pulled out his gun The man fell to the ground Bleeding but smiling And as the others looked on He offered one phrase to explain In a hoarse voice Filled with confidence and authority He replied to their grief-ridden gazes With his last breath he said…“Give me liberty, or give me death…”. It was something I would never forget …never! ....a moment that seemed to stretch into years later They asked the kids what our names were, and when it was my turn, I was very respectful and compliant even though I wanted to smack one of the advisors. I didn’t like the way he was looking at me at all. I knew if I was alone with that certain advisor that he would try to get me to do some of the things that I had to go through with my last owner. A Kraks named Ren walked in and walked up to each one of us. I wasn’t afraid of him (even though he was a DB type I had never seen before) My would be savor was in fact another slaver wanting to make a better score. The Kraks named Ren took us to a market where in two weeks we would meet a very important person a name who later became my father.