Three

I jumped the old man, punching him in the back of his head. The women let out a loud scream. He instantly dropped to the ground hitting his head on the stone floor with a dull bang. Motionless he layed on the floor. Blood streamed out of his head, bathing him in a pool of red.

"Stop! No. What are you doing?" She ran to his lifeless body. "Are you stupid?"

I was flabbergasted. I had just protected her and somehow, I was the bad guy. She let out an angry sigh. "We will all be punished!"

I did not understand. "Why? What he tried to make you do was unjust."

Her anger slightly faded. Her face now expressed confusion. "You are a slave, aren't you?"

"No? Are you?" I said the truth, but she looked at me like I was out of this world.

"But you look like you're from the islands, we were all brought here as their slaves." I was sure she was talking about my skin color. The pastor was probably not a slave. His skin was light brown. Compared to the pale skin of the people I had seen, her and me, it was way darker. I thought I should explain. "I'm not from here. To be honest, until yesterday I was in my house, but woke up in a house in this village. Where is this place?"

Saying it out loud, I realized how unbelievable it sounded. She probably did not believe me, but still answered my question. "We're in Kestan. The Holy Kingdom." Such a place did not exist on earth, I was sure. Slavery was mostly also abolished a long time ago. "Come with me."

I did not know how I got here. But getting back home would probably not be as easy as coming here was. If I had to live in this world, I thought to myself, I could at least try to make it a better one. I was leading the woman to the house I woke up in. "By the way, what's your name?" I had forgotten to ask before.

"Diana. What's yours?" The womans black hair fell into her face as we descended the mountain.

"Han." Along the way, we saw many more light skinned people. There seemed to be more slaves than others. "Are there this many slaves in other places as well?"

"Yes, but only in the villages. The bigger cities don't need them." Unlike me, she did not look sad. Maybe she had already accepted it.

We arrived at the house. As we walked in, Diana stopped. "Did you kill her as well?" she pointed towards the dead woman in the bed.

"She was already dead when I woke up." The women also had a darker skin tone. I may have been her slave before. "Do you think us slaves could win a fight for our rights?" I was dead set on changing this world.

At first she looked surprised, but quickly started thinking. "Maybe."

That was not the answer I was looking for, but good enough.

I noticed a book with a black cover laying in the corner of the room. It looked like somebody had thrown it there. I picked it up. The title read 'Friends Book', but

the 'Friends' had been scored through. Above, the word 'Death' was written, resulting in the Cover reading 'Death Book'. The first page was mostly empty, the only things written were

My Name:

Han Allen

Skillset:

Improved Emotional Toughness

Stronger Hitting

"Weird." I had no Idea who wrote that, but my name had been used. Everything was written with perfect handwriting. I also had no idea whose 'Skillset' this was, but the whole thing seemed a little bit silly.

I turned over the next page. This page was different, but closer to what I thought a friends book was. It was a little odd, still.

Name:

Salia Normon

Position:

Farmer

Time of death:

17th February, Night

Cause:

Blood Loss

Notes:

The next page's content was frighteningly familiar.

Name:

Joné Klares

Position:

Pastor

Time of death:

18th February, Morning

Cause:

Concussion

Notes: