User blog:Ronchellster/WDYD Answer - Anubis

When I look at the figure of the black, soon comes to me head should not be human, but human or not human, I know much about servitude and among them the most important is that some masters can give you a fate worse than death.

I move my lips slowly as if to whisper something but my throat is too dry to speak. "Are you mute?" She looks at me curiously. I do not know what made me do it, but I moved my head in affirmation. "I'll take you with me," she said, her voice echoing, then just remember that the world became dark.

I woke up at night, was now wearing new clothes made line, thoroughly cleaned. As soon as I absorvou my surprise I see the door open and it comes to Anubis who rescued me. "How are you?" she asks. Even with my lie I answer "yes" hoping that she understands as a "fine". "It will be hard to talk to you that way," she said, "You seem to be able to hear me though." She talked to me all night, I wanted to speak normally with her, but had a feeling it would be better to stay pretending.

The From the next morning, she began to make me work carrying papers and delivered written messages, in my spare time she took me to some short city tours showing me important places that I should memorize, since she could not be with me. After the first week I worked for her by delivering and receiving orders for her, mostly documents. I was in that pace of rush for two months to receive my first off, but she did not give me that I should hang around in there somewhere. She took the time to teach me to read and write, even though I know a little, it would take almost a day to read two documents that I delivered.

When my play was over, she said I should continue to do in my spare time. After that I have not had a day off in months and when he was to my master Anubis introduced me to a new type of education all in order to make me a better and more useful servant.

Five years have passed since the day I was found in the desert. Amazingly I started to get used to the routine of work, learned a lot too, economics, history, astrology, politics, foreign languages and a little about everything else, I am also very rich, but I have almost no use for in so is not as if this was so important.

One day the city was attacked by the army of order and we were forced to leave the city as aristocrat my mistress had priority so was going in a well protected caravan, but this privilege was not granted to her servants she still insisted that no irir be treated favorably with respect to his servants, honorable and if it were someone else I would have let her do as she pleased, but I could not let that happen, I do not know why. Somehow I convinced her to go in the caravan, but she asked me to wear a gold ring then she gave to me so she would find me again.

Her caravan moves on security, but mine was destroyed before leaving the city, my luck I arrived late, so I was not caught. I used a horse and fled alone.

To summarize what happened I took a boat where viagei as clandestine, still managed to leave some money he had won. I settled in a port city and started a small business prospered.

Three years later I heard rumors that the townspeople were gathering to rebuild it and find out who was still lost. I gave some anonymous financial aid. Once they came to me to thank the help and maybe get some information about some of the others. Incredible, but sufficed I start talking that no one suspected me, I gave them a gift for my old mistress: the ring she gave to me, plus a pretty generous amount of money that should pay for everything she has given to me, a fair compensation. Today I think it might be better to have returned to be her servant, but I remember one thing she taught me "aspire to grow, not to go back." The irony is that the only way to respect her is never to see her again. Cê la Vi!