Free The Oppressed Novels & Stories

"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.

A small smile made its way onto my face as I plopped down beside him. He lifted his hand and patted my shoulder gently, the warmth from his palm seeping into my skin. My face fell as I looked around us, noticing we were still locked in a brick enclosure with no escape. “Cassius… Why don’t you hate me?” My voice came out smaller than I’d hoped, but I didn’t care. He wrapped an arm around me as far as the chains would allow. “Why would I hate you?” He tried to pull me into a hug but was restricted by the chain. I leaned in and enclosed my hands around the chain link, melting the iron to liquid. With a powerful tug, he pulled both of his arms up and stretched.

Sammy quickly responds in an almost panicked tone while she's still shaking due to fear. Sammy quickly receives a response, in a monotone voice she hears from the red being... "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!"

“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.

Finally, one of the protesters, a burly man with a weathered face and a deep, booming voice, stepped forward. "We want freedom!" he declared, his voice filled with passion. "Freedom from what?" I asked, meeting his gaze steadily. "Freedom from oppression, from unfair treatment," he replied. "We are tired of living in fear, tired of being treated as lesser citizens. We want the same rights and opportunities as everyone else." "And who do you believe is oppressing you?" I pressed. He glanced at the nobles, and a murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd of protesters. "The nobles," he said bluntly. "They hoard the wealth, the land, and the power. We toil and suffer while they live in luxur

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back with passion. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a lone figure across the street through the snow. Julian. He watched us, eyes red. In the end, he turned and disappeared into the storm. Maybe he finally understood. The little girl who once needed rescue had grown strong enough and never needed him again—she had found her true freedom.

Putting down the pen, I turned to him with a cold and detached gaze. “Father, are you buying your daughter’s freedom, or are you sending away a beggar? 250 million and the villa on the coast, or else get your princess down here to sign the papers,” I said with a calm voice that made his outburst earlier seem like an ungrateful child throwing a tantrum. “Just sign the papers,” he said with a voice that was meant to sound calm, yet the anger beneath it could not be covered up. Pathetic. They were all pathetic and filthy people who only knew how to exploit others. Did they really think me signing a contract would make me disappear forever? I smiled at the thought, took up the pen, and signed my