Vengeance: The Return of the Slave

Vengeance: The Return Of the Slave

I still remember the scars on my back, the chains that bound me, and the cruel laughter of my colonial master. I was just a boy when I was torn from my village, ripped from my family, and forced into slavery. For years, I labored in the fields, my sweat and blood nourishing the crops that filled my oppressor’s coffers.

But I never forgot my homeland, my people, or my name—Lilbed. I never let go of the fire inside me, the flame of resistance that flickered with every lash, every insult, every cruelty.

One night, I saw my chance. Under the cover of darkness, I fled the plantation, the master's dogs and guns close behind. I ran as if my life depended on it—because it did. But I knew I couldn’t run forever.

Deep in the forest, I found refuge among a band of rebels—escaped slaves like myself. They nursed me back to health, and soon, I took up arms beside them. We struck back at our oppressors, raiding plantations, freeing captives, and breaking the chains that had bound us for so long.

Years passed, and I became a warrior, a leader. My name became legend—whispered in awe by the enslaved and cursed in fear by the masters. Yet my true battle was not over. I had one final mission: to return home, to free my people, and to face the man who had stolen my childhood.

With a small band of trusted fighters, I embarked on the long journey back to my homeland. As we neared my village, memories flooded my mind—the familiar huts, the fields where I had suffered, the tree where I had been beaten. And there, standing on the porch of his grand mansion, was the master.

He smirked at me, but I saw the fear in his eyes. He knew why I had come. He knew there would be no mercy.

I was no longer the boy he had enslaved. I was Lilbed—the warrior, the leader, the reckoning.

As I stepped forward, my gaze locked onto his, the weight of history pressing upon us. The master sneered, but his hands trembled. He turned to flee, but it was too late.

He ran, but he did not escape. He fell in bloody shreds, his reign of cruelty ending as mine began.

I began to rebuild the broken houses and my reign was to free people.

Freedom for the people 

He becomes the prisoner who now chose death over life 

Thus, the once-dominant slave master now finds himself a prisoner, bound by the very chains he once wielded. And as justice is served, I stand by my final choice—embracing death over a life shackled by the past. He chose Death over life. He is tired of Keys and have chosen bread over life.