I left the barn and wandered down an old path.

it was showing its disuse in the overgrowth and decaying structures around it.

Down here is where i first encountered the Prince years ago, he was but a young Buck then, myself even younger bought by the Prince and spirited away to be taught my place.

I snaked along the old path not knowing why I ventured here.

In the last many years while not illegal, the slave trade on both sides of the border have fallen out of favor, but this is where I came from.

Where do i go from here, and why am I back...