![]() Perched on a hill some distance away was a white stone palace. A clean white beach separated the sea from rolling fields of crops. Looking over the opposite side of the coracle, he studied the island he called home. Swimming over to the coracle he had anchored not far away, he pulled himself halfway out of the water. The warm salt breeze sweeping towards the island off the sea tickled his nose, and Colan sneezed. He broke the surface, blinking at the bright spring sun. And if he didn’t perform well…well, he’d just do his job and not think of that. The pull of the bulging bag on his belt reminded him of the fact that he wasn’t here for fun, he had a job. Bubbles surrounded him as he spiraled upwards through the aquamarine depths. The water is warm today, thought Colan as he kicked upwards off the seafloor towards the surface. The fails of the throng, Enough for a Prince to give up his kingdom? “It all began one day in late spring, many, many, seasons ago…”īook 1: The Palace A fated friendship, a prince and a slave, ' Though neither were extraordinary, both were brave. ![]() Let’s begin before I ruin the end as well.” “Now there I go giving away part of the story. This tale centers around an unlikely friendship between a prince and a slave.” The old squirrel shook his head. Both trust and mistrust play a large part in my story. Settle yourself in, it’s quite a tale I have to tell, about slaves, injustice, and split families. Not many come to hear ancient history, even if I did live it. It’s been far too long since I’ve had a visitor. ![]() “Come in out of the darkness and storm, my friend. A smile broke over his features as he waved the wanderer in. His once red fur was now a silvery gray, and his nimble limbs now creaked with rheumatism. The smell of smoke hung heavy in the air, its sweet muskiness lending the cave a homely feel.Ī shape at the edge of the fire stirred, looking up at the intruder. Through the downpour, a glimmer of light showed itself from the mouth of a cave. Not a single hair was left exposed to the storm. He was a blur in a landscape of blurs, cloak puttied tight about him and hood up. The wind whipped him mercilessly and tried to snatch away the cloak that covered him. The traveler’s footpaws squelched in the sticky mud as he fought his way through the storm. Rain fell in thick sheets, blurring trees, rock, and shrub into one gray mass. (I wouldn't put pencil to paper willingly, I had graphophobia) You gave me the prompting to start a story, even though I hated writing when I started. To Shieldmaiden, for asking me as soon as I got on whether I was goin' to write fanfics or draw art. Reader Discretion is Advised Dedications ![]() Appointments get rescheduled, supplies are not there for him, his POV always comes up for the "random" search at the gate, his pay problem paperwork stays at the bottom of the in-pile for two extra weeks, his dental appointment is with "the butcher" instead of the good one, he's always the last to get the word about anything in the unit, etc.The Rise of Freedom was once the featured fanfiction on the index! It is recognized to be spectacular! Please update regularly! Have a supervisor who is a real PITA? Your E-4 Mafia can make his life into a little slice of hell. Have a new troop who's ate up like a soup sandwich? The E-4 Mafia know a guy who can train him. Need someone to take your CQ runner shift next weekend? The e-4 Mafia know a guy who's willing to do it for $100. Have a pay problem that needs resolving? The E-4 Mafia has a finance clerk that really knows how to get things fixed. Need a last minute appointment at the Dental Clinic? The E-4 Mafia has an agent in place that can make that happen for you. They are the support personnel in positions where they know what is going on, know what is going to happen, and "know a guy" who can get things done that you need done. Not all E-4s are in the Mafia, but by the time you get to E-4, they've probably done something for you, and by the time you finish being an E-4, you'll probably have done something for them, too. The term E-4 Mafia refers to the network of SrAs, SPCs (and some CPLs) who do most of the things that actually get done in the Army and Air Force.
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