Gifted Rings: Records of Jacob Matthias [Chapter 1] (Where it started)

    WHERE IT STARTED

                        

                    My name is Jacob Matthias. I write this as I sit upon my wooden chair at my porch, looking over my garden and the ocean blue sky, for which the clouds leisurely strolled.

                    I write this from records for which I have witnessed around the middle of my life, records I believe are so massive, they would be talked about before I depart this world.

                    I know not if this record shall endure to find its place in history, yet I must put it down on paper; that the truth may not fade into legend, nor be stretched by poets into myth.

                    These are records of how man and everything the sun touches, for which had initiative, was free. 

                    I was born into a time when man no longer had dominion, when the reign of his freedom had waned, and vastness of earth lay beyond his grasp. 

                    A time man was treated worse than resources, when man was slave to "He who reigns".

                    My parents and their parents before them, knew nothing but slavery. Men worked the mines, tended the gardens, or struck the river; Anything "He who reigns" believed to be little him in all his glory.

                    I was born into that world, but grew tall and strong. My family's handlers took me to the mines, where my youthful strength would be utilized.

                    I worked there from age ten to sixteen, my body grew stronger, and my eyes grew sharper. I bonded with my fellow captives. We knew nothing but slavery, and tried to have fun by chasing one another during break time.

                    We lived this way and carried on for another four years. Our captors were fellow men and elves, those who had chosen to side with "He who reigns" during his descent from the heavens.

                    They, too, are slaves, but more of slaves with status and authority over other slaves.

                    One day, as with every other, we had just completed our morning tasks and were taking a brief rest. Mothile stood over us, a tall elf with emerald eyes and hair like golden silk. He was the overseer of the group. He had watched us with scrutiny all day, and now, as we paused to breathe, he began to approach.

                    "Get back to work." He said. The others and I had the curtains of confusion drawn on us. "This is our twenty-minute break!!" cried a voice behind me, deep in the mines.

                    "We have met our morning quota already!!" cried another from above, somewhere in the top walls.

                    "He who reigns, does not care. His only request is more Lithelium," said Mothile as his brows attempt to meet.

                    No one uttered a word, and neither moved a muscle. A sneer slowly appeared on Mothile's face.

                    He strikes the ground with his golden spear, and the earth beneth our feet stirs in response.

                    "Unless you wish to face the consequences for defying him, I suggest you better go back to work," Mothile said.

                    We exchanged glances at one another, we knew each other's thoughts, but dared not say. We picked up our pickaxes and resumed work.

                    "Wise Choice", he said, as his sneer quickly turned to a smirk. He turned around to head back to his post, but stopped and said, "You know, you men have always been a pain".

                    He turned back to face us. "You men are meant to be ruled over. It's just how it is."

                    He stepped closer to us as he continued, "You all are inferior. Your current circumstance is all by divine weaving". A chuckle is heard from deep in the mine, getting the attention of Mothile.

                    He raised his head in an attempt to search for the source, while he continued, "Such is the truth, for if it is not." A brief but terrifying silence fell, and we, in unison, turned our head slowly to Mothile as he continued "May the sun strike me down".

                    A bright pillar of light came crashing through the ceiling of the mine above where he stood. It struck Mothile burying him instantly in the rubble.

          

CHAPTER 1 ENDS

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