Free The Oppressed Novels & Stories

I replied, but the words tasted like ash. "I spent fifteen years watching Heriberto," Jayden said. His voice was steady despite his youth. "Watching him make promises and then use people. Watching him convince humans that they were oppressed and that he was their savior. And I realized something. He was right about the oppression. Humans are oppressed by your world. But he was wrong about the solution. His solution just created more victims."

"Trinkets. You say! Don't be quick to forget that I paid off all your debts." "And you made sure I paid back every red cent in kind. I've been like your sex slave for three whole years, Dimitri. I consider my debt to you paid in full. Now, I want to be free, free to get married, and maybe have kids. Since you can't give me those things, there are lots of men out there who will." "You think so?" I said with a sneer. "I know so," she said with confidence that had me staring at her.

I questioned pretending not to understand what she’s talking about. “To me he’s a great ruler. His name sends shocks on the names of his enemies and to his people he’s doing a great job. He has abolished so many things which some people believe he shouldn’t but he’s replacing them with better things. He’s providing free food to the less privileged with shelter and training the young men in the art of sword fighting. We all earn money for working here nowhere has it been heard that slaves are being paid to work after being provided food, clothing, shelter.” She said proudly.

Our focus had to be on survival, on reclaiming our freedom. Together, we braced ourselves against the biting cold, our resolve unyielding. The snowflakes continued to fall, creating a serene backdrop that belied the chaos that unfolded around us. With every passing moment, we inched closer to the opportunity for escape, a chance to break free from the chains that bound us and reclaim our lives.

"Kaila, can you please give me a little time to explain why I care so much for you? I have been telling you that I care for you, but you are always changing our topic and won't even let me talk and listen." "Alicia... there is nothing else more important for you, and there are no other things more important to me. What is most important to us is our freedom, and have you forgotten that what we are doing this for our freedom? That we are fighting for freedom? Because some people gave us curses, as their minds were our prisons and their eyes were our cage," I said while my tears were falling to the ground because of the feelings that I could not explain.

"Your friends did this to themselves. They were given a chance, but the good they have done will never outweigh the bad! They are not PURE... Your other friends are quickly approaching, and you have 60 seconds to make your decision. Only ONE will see tomorrow!" "NO! You're wrong! I won't choose between my friends.. What do you mean the good outweigh the bad? They may play pranks now and again, but they are good-hearted people and harmless! Truly!" Sammy quickly responds back while defending her friends with the hopes that this isn't really happening. "You must choose... It is your duty as "The One" to make the world a better place for future generations and inhabitants!" The voice in her hea

“If you have people from Bloodbath living under your roof, set them free. They now possess the same rights as each and every one of you from Moongrowl. We will keep no innocents as prisoners anymore.” I closed my eyes and allowed the wave of relief to fully wash through me. This was it. The very thing I had been fighting for since I had fallen into the hands of Daven. My people were finally free. People in maid uniforms stepped forward, taking off the aprons they were wearing and throwing it on the ground energetically. Others, who perhaps lived with people who had been oppressing them for years, broke away from their previous masters and stepped forward as well, clapping in a very familiar

Thomas shouted with a thunderous voice that was enough to shake the earth. "This is an opportunity to get all that you always wanted, isn't this what? you want to become a savior, you have always wanted to become that man who saved the people, now is the chance, take it, save these people by leaving and never returning." Thomas continued saying. "Are you not tired of fighting a lost battle, this is a chance for you to be free, the chance for your liberation and freedom, you might not be getting an opportunity like this in a lifetime so I give you this one last chance to be free." He paused for a moment before he continued saying.

“If what you say is true… if the gods are crumbling… then what comes next?” Tristan looked him in the eyes. “You.” The crowd stirred. “You come next. Not as slaves. Not as tools. But as sovereigns. The forgotten shall rise, not to worship—but to take. The sky. The earth. Everything they hoarded.” A growl of agreement rippled through the group. A child cried. A mother shushed them. Tristan looked to the mother. “Even your children will be free. No brand. No mark. No divine burden.”

I looked at Hope who merely smirked and looked back at the rest of us. "I'll shoot." Hope shouted to anyone close enough to hear her. "Take their guns when they fall. If we die, at least pave the way for the ones behind us so they can escape." Chants of anger, fear, and courage filled the hall from girls who wanted their freedom. I looked behind for a moment and realized there was a sea of girls behind us. Skinny, dull, matted, yet alive for a stand against their oppressors. We will not fail today.