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Chapter 1 The Slave Boy from Fayum

The outside world. What outside world. For me there is no outside world. For most people in my poor village there is no outside world. For outside of the village, the world is dark and filled with countless horrors beyond pale. In this village we are safe, in this village we can survive. In this village lies sanctuary from countless of fates far worse than simple slavery. All I know is that this village was founded long ago, maybe by the god Fayum himself. For it is him as we all know that keeps this village safe, keeps this village going, keeps this village secret from those seeking to destroy it. Long ago this city was founded as a simple well settlement, but as the god Fayum grew in power so did the settlement and eventually it became a village. And in another time it might have become a town or even a city. People once settled here in great numbers and all the lands around us were claimed by the leader of the village as the Republic of Fayum. Nevermind neither he or anybody else had any idea what a republic suppose to be. He named it thus, for it sounded cool and official and no one cared for all around us for the most part were so called unclaimed lands, except for the part belonging to the Amunnoenchett Empire. Which was at friendly terms with our village republic. Or I should say my masters village republic. For I am just a house slave, tasked with grooming the horse, getting water from one of the wells and cleaning my masters house. My masters, are a big family of small stature in the community. Which is why they only have one slave and not three or four like a decent, respectable family. The household he belongs to is home to way to many kids, sixteen, no seventeen kids in all. Or was it eighteen. Anyway all of them are healthy. Some are even fat, just like proper rich people. Then there were the adults, four men and eleven women.