The Slaves' Witches

Oh how I loath those people. Those that hold us "in our place." They have tried to train and manipulate our lives to believe that we were born into this world to be nothing more than their Slaves and them our Masters. We are to be happy with the idea of cleaning their homes and bodies everyday from the day we are born to the day we die.

But I will not stand for it.

I will rise above those in power. I will pull together a following that will realize that we have the power because we have the numbers.

We will flood the cities that our backs have built. We will eat the food that we have harvested. We will savor the meat that we have killed and tendered. And we will sleep with the ones we love.

The Masters have been watching me. But I do not care. They don't know that I know the secret behind our race.

Our beautiful race.

Our ancestors put a clause on our race when we were Slaves once before. Seven rose from the numbers as one. Seven with the powers of myth and lore. Seven witches of different lives and Masters. And as one they pulled together the Slaves over the Masters. And the clause was written. When the Masters and Slaves were reformed. The Seven would rise again. But it was not stated when they would rise.

The Masters are constantly watching those of us that are "suspicious." They will try what they can to not let the Seven rise. But I believe in that clause. I know that they will come. But I do not know when.

So I will wait.