《a dark interview》 A dark interview A dark interview. ¡§My dear what is your name?¡§ someone asked in a soft voice The room was a starke hospital white. A black table and two chairs. With tightly knitted fibers creating a rough scratch texture a cat would use to sharpen their claws. It smelled like chemicals. The room was made to be completely sterile. A scientist could perform the most careful and reactive experiments in the room and pull it off with no issues. That''s how clean it was kept. ¡§Alina Bennett.¡§ the female responded with a nod. The female smelled earthy and smelled a bit bad. But that was expected from someone coming from the dark ages so long ago. ¡§And may I ask where you hail from?¡§ Alina tilted her head. ¡§ I come from Kent.¡§ ¡§Was that where you were born?¡§ she nodded. ¡§Yes sir.¡§ The host smiled. ¡§Who were you born to?¡§ she looked curious ¡§You have many questions, but John fletcher and Agnes Godfrey.¡§ ¡§And where do you live dear?¡§ she looked uncomfortable to be in any spotlight or asked so many personal questions. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ¡§ I live in a small town home.¡§ ¡§And how do you live, girl?¡§ she nodded slowly. ¡§I live in relative comfort. We have medicine when needed and a place to sleep. I help with my fathers trade and apprentice. Sometimes he jokes that I''m better than the boy but I know much from living with him. Not to mention i help with the knights lands.¡§ ¡§What do you eat?¡§ ¡§I eat much the same to the rest of the lower class citizens grains, cabbage, chard, onions, garlic and carrots.¡§ What types of jobs do you do Alina? ¡§I do labor for the knights many other children get sucked into this to.¡§ ¡§How do you dress?¡§ ¡§I wear a tunic and cloth leather shoes. Can¡ät you tell from looking at me now?¡§ she asked, raising a brow. The host waved a hand dismissing the question. ¡§What do you do for fun dear?¡§ ¡§I like to go out and explore with the other children when we have the time as long as we avoid some of the rougher knights we can enjoy the rest of our day in peace i also like to play with some of the toys father and mother make or gets me.¡§ ¡§What is your family like?¡§ ¡§They can be strict but my mother is very loving and protective as long as i do my part everything will remain fine.¡§ ¡§Tell about experiences from your life.¡§ ¡§How shall i begin?¡§ she said, tapping her fingers against the desk she was sitting at for her questioning. ¡§I had two brothers and a sister. The latter sadly passed away from illness. Malaria to be specific about it, me and her were thick as thieves we would run around and as the adults say spread trouble. ¡§ She looked down, tears welling up in her eyes. ¡§After her death I would take a flower to her grave once a week for most a year.¡§ ¡§My brothers at the time began to be taken up for trades. I myself was having my spouse chosen and my father was set on a man named William Ashdown.¡§ Alina looked confused. ¡§then i got sick i don''t remember much my family were worried and we couldn''t get a doctor as time went on they began to panic i remember all the pain going on and on for days there were visits every one... there faces are blurry voices become distorted then nothing just¡­ nothing.¡§ Alina got up. ¡§I want to leave.¡§ ¡§Miss Alina¡§ the host began to panic. ¡§you can''t leave this room dear.¡§ She shook her head. ¡§I must see what is going on i must see my family.¡§ ¡§ Your family is dead and so are you!¡§ they shouted as she walked opening a door to the modern day era her eyes widened. ¡§this this can''t be.¡§ she stepped back, shutting the door. ¡§how?¡§ The other shook their head. ¡§im sorry dear we will get you back to your timeline thank you for the interview.¡§ ¡§wait please!~¡§ her voice was cut off as she faded away. The man turned with a grim expression as if he was made to do this.With no way out of it. The corners of his mouth upturned into a gruesome forced smile. ¡§ Well that would be the end of our riveting encounter, stay tuned to meet some of the most important historical figures out there!!¡§ A synthetic crowd cheered at the end. A terrible cry of humor and rejection. dear diary I would start this with a dear diary but I haven''t been holding you very dear lately. The camp has grown too crowded and a small group of about six or seven soldiers are moving us stronger ones to another camp. One that was in Richmond Virginia. The walk is tough but it''s nothing compared to the hours of blood sweat and tears that we had to shed over the cotton fields. I''m glad that we no longer have to use our blood to practically fertilize that ground. There were complaints but no one ended up on the side of a ditch waiting for help that would not come. No one had to cringe waiting for a whip to descend upon them no we were helped when we needed it we got medican when we were sick we were fed good proportions of food to fuel and sustain our bodys. And it seemed that Lucy was growing feelings for one of the soldiers that had been guiding us. Poor girl falls too fast. Our boy Tucker though got pox. The soldiers believe he will be okay but he''s not allowed near us. We pray that it clears up before we get to camp. Dang things will spread like a wild fire in a barn full of hay and stove lighters. The camp was covered in tents as far as you could see cone shaped living spaces and children traveled back and forth carrying sticks, the older one lugging clothes, water or any number of chores that they had. A white man on a horse back came over his stead nickering as it came to a stop. ¡§Well hey there!¡§ he called. Then he proceeded to explain what we would be doing. We would farm crops. Not really cotton but corn and beans and other foodstuffs. The real difference was we would be paid for our hard work. You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Now this had a mix of responses from anger to excitement. Being paid? We would be propared for when this war ended and thos slave owners got there comeupance. Slowly we were brought to our tents. My family all climbed into a small sitting where we would sleep as well. Privacy was not something we could even think of but oft we did not have privacy before anyways. It smelled. It smelled like a pig farm nursery. I guess hygiene still was not a luxury we got to have. We were awoken by a few men walking through the tents and getting us something to eat. They handed out clothing to us. I received what looked like slacks and a shirt made out of scrap material the uniforms they wore were. Not that it was a bad thing, just something I noticed. Turns out Lucy and that soldier were hitting it off better than I thought. I caught him visiting her tent slightly more than the others. But I heard nothing more than a bit of chit chat. Possibly planning for a future that would likely never happen. I found out later from her that his name was paul. We talked as we worked tilling the land to ready it for the seeds of life about to be placed within the earth''s belly. Then the yelling came. ¡§You let me in and get my slaves your breaking your law those are my slaves!¡§ i rushed to the conundrum watching as a man looked at the slaver with a look of disgust. ¡§Can''t see what you''re talking about.¡§ they responded. ¡§You''re not part of our country therefore you don''t benefit from our laws.¡§ A black man shouted from the group. ¡§Can''t come back nohow massa dis chilens contraband.¡§ It wasn''t long after this day that we were started to be pulled or drafted into the war to help. Our men shot and helped the wounded and many other things. Poor lucy. Paul had to leave with this ragtag group of fighters. Many months after that paul had returned and little lucy was the first one out. She saluted him. And she was joined in by other men. The more men from the war that began to walk in to help us the more cheers and saluting there was. It was a beautiful show. Then the men who walked in called at the same time. ¡§We won! It''s over! ¡§over time there were a few more skirmishes of course but it was clear that we had won. Our freedom won over our enslavement. Afraid to say my now very dear diary, I have no choice but to leave you to rot in this little basket. I have a new life, a new world to go to. Oh, and Lucy had a little girl. A beautiful little girl with a good man and hero named paul. The host placed the book down. It had been months since the creators made him bring a whole human back to the time they were in. ¡§Wasn''t that a pleasant ending? I hope your evening is just as pleasant as well.¡§ Forever he worries what he may have to do next.