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It's a lively morning, with the smell of the vast sea in the air; children harmoniously singing along with seagulls, which were screaming quite bizarrely.

The fairly large citadel tormented with disease and a high mortality rate, occupied with many houses of all sizes and architectures awed by many nations.

There was an attractive young woman with piercing dark brown eyes; long black hair with a tall stature, perhaps in her early twenties.

She was wheezing for air, stumbling around with conviction.

As the inhabitants of the village observe her they all seemed to notice one other thing aside from her beauty, the chains attached to her legs, the chains of a slave. In her hands she held a child, from the looks of it; it was a boy.

The boy was definitely the woman's child, but the boy was ridden with bacteria, so it was hard to see the resemblance.

An indignant man pacing after her with the look of murderous intent in his eyes went to the nearest slave-trade and sold the woman and her child.

The man stormed off out of the shops, marching furiously away.

What is your name, woman, as I'm your new owner now?

Lezane

And what of that child?

She was feeling euphoric suddenly.

Her face lit up with heartfelt; she says with her gentle voice

His name would be Jacquard, sir!

Well, you and that child will be under my employment until someone purchases you, the man's face was disgruntled.

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A few days after being overworked, Lezane died of over-exhaustion.