6. Untitled - by Wolfwind
We are biding our time.
The wicked ones tore us from family and friends, leading us away toward the dark place. At first we fought, wildly, but now we hang our heads and concentrate only on breathing, too exhausted to act at all.
Or so it appears.
They have grown less wary as we have submitted, the fools. Now, at last, none of the ten watch us.
We look at one another and, together, bugle our defiance. We are the children of the *mearas*; we break through their petty bonds and run for freedom.
Let the wicked ones walk home
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