The Great Orien By world tech

" Wake up my son," came a soft and beautiful voice.

As the boy opened his eyes, he smiled brightly as his mama's face came into view. She was tired and worn but ever beautiful to her youthful son.

"I saved you some breakfast,"she said as she handed him bitsy bits of hard, banal chuck.

As he bite down on the morsels, his happy expression changed at the reality of his world, a place he would forget while featuring.

He lived in a small pen with his mama, girdled by numerous other coops, like a captivity, all piled together like weight. As far as his little eyes could see in his dimly lit surroundings, coops went on ever. A vast chamber lit only by one dim bulb.

Crying, groaning, screaming, and voices of despair filled the musty air around them. Some prayed for freedom while others grunted gibberish, as if their time in this everlasting hole of foul reek and sickness had driven them frenetic. The spoilage of decay was fresh and old as the dead were left for days on end before junking.

The boy's expression turned to fear and despair at the sight of a disfigured woman, screaming and puking, hopeless to be free from the captivity of her convicts, and her own mind. He squinched as she began to bang her crippled and bruised face off the iron bars.

"My son, concentrate only on me,"the boy's mama said as she took his little face into her hands, also looked deeply into his eyes. Covering his cognizance and drawing him near, she began to rock him as she sang sweetly to him.

He closed his eyes and nestled into his mama. No matter what horrors girdled them, in her arms, he always felt safe.

Suddenly the mama felt a important vision and popped her eyes open."Oh no,"she rumored to herself as her heart began to pound. She tasted commodity was terribly wrong, and her eyes filled with fear. Kept safely under a cloak of her magic since his birth, the mama's sweet boy had eventually been detected and was in great peril.

"Mama?"the boy said, doubtful of what was passing. He could feel commodity was wrong.

The mama rubbed his little face snappily as she fought her gashes."Son, you need to go now, snappily." Alarmed, the boy contended with wide eyes."No ma."

Just as the mama went to speak again, the sound of a large sword door jangled open, and also slammed shut. Numerous large and heavy steps headed their way. The mama snappily unmasked a blue cloth from her neck and wrapped it around her son." Take this with you,"she said in a shaking voice as she hugged her son tightly one last time.

She raised her hand and plodded with her magic until the bars of their pen pulled piecemeal slightly." Go now, my son. Know that I love you, and am always with you,"she said as gashes fell from her big eyes.

"Mama, no!"the boy expostulated. He did not understand. " Go, son! Go hide, now!"the mama contended with him as she pushed him out of the pen.

just also, numerous guards chugged around a corner and stopped by the pen. The boy snappily partake himself behind another pen and watched.

"Where's the child!?"one of the guards demanded of the woman. The mama said nothing as she looked defiantly at the guard.

The guard looked to his comrades, also opened her pen door and pulled her out by her hair.

The boy's eyes widened as the guard smashed her with a heavy fist, also held her up.

The guards snappily examined the pen but plant nothing."One of your unprintable voodoo sisters saw through your magic guard. We know you have a youthful boy with you. Where is he?"the guard demanded again.

The mama goggled hard at him with tired but resistant eyes. Her crippled lips swelled from his strike.

The guard yanked her by her long, crimpy, unheroic hair as he listed her head back to look at him.

The woman squinched at the stir. "I'll not ask you again,"he demanded flatly. Again, the mama said nothing. The guard dropped the voodoo to the bottom, also jounced to his comrades. The group of collected guards began to virulently beat her.

The boy shook in terror and rage at each strike that knocked his mama about. He hopped from his caching spot."No, stop it!"he screamed at the beasties that mercilessly pounded on the weakened voodoo.

"There he is!"a guard cried. As numerous continued the assault on the boy's mama, others chased after the child.

The boy took one last hard look at his mama, also scrunched up his little face and ran. His heart pounded as his whole body shook. With gashes nearly bedazzling, he ran with everything he had. He contended past a number of coops, causing the occupants to scream and bang on their incarcerations.

The boy flew around a corner and lost his footing, falling hard, sliding to a stop. He snappily galloped to his bases and charged on. There, against a back wall was a large iron gate, now open as another guard scuffled a new capture outside. The child zipped past him to the surprise of the unknowing guard.

The boy squinted under the bright lights of a long and dirty hallway as he contended down it. He did not see the guard coming and a large hand picked him up by his ratty cloth shirt and slammed him into the wall. The boy felt the sting of the hard strike.

"Gotcha!"the guard said.