Another light lit up the western horizon, a soft blue hue. Lake Cerulean. Az lay near it's shores, humiliated built between the major lakes, each glowing a different hue. I would save my family. As the sun rose behind me, I crested the hill and spotted the city of Az sprawling before me, Lake Cerulean glowing to the south. I knew this city. I had lived here for several years, attending the University with the other powerful and rich of Zeutch and the surrounding tied nations. Not even the Strife had hindered the center of learning in the world. I raced down the road, passing the farms that ringed the city. Houses grew more and more common as I entered the outskirts of the city, racing by the growing crowds of people spilling out to start their days. People gasped at the sight of me. I ignored them. I darted down familiar streets, snarling and growling, barreling around men and pushing wheelbarrows, darting beneath the hooves of horses pulling draft wagons. I let nothing stop me as I wove through the streets of japanese Az towards the Temple of Rithi. Kora's fellow priests were my family's only hope. Ealaín Heat gripped me. I swam sweaty through the fever. I groaned and trembled. Fear rippled yellow through the stifling darkness that gripped me. I was failing. My charge. Kora was dying. I was dying. How could I inspire her to create amazing art if she died? I darted from the heat. I stumbled through it, searching for something. I didn't know what. Why? I didn't recognize my surroundings. Everything blurred around me. I grasped a wall, something smooth beneath my touch. As we arrived at the small cluster of homes, we saw three girls, two white and one black, stand tied from their bench, wondering at who was arriving on horseback. The girl’s nipples now hardened into two tiny pink beads. She screeched until her head disappeared under the water. I left sweaty my door open a and bit again and listened. She lets out a deep groan as her arms and legs visibly spasm. He stared at his kind, caring, respectable teacher and thought “They’d look better drenched in my saliva and cum. It'll be like tryin' to fuck an elephant." She then turns and walks out, back to Margaret's stall. “umm daddy can I own one of the slaves? SNAP! “Yes,” I humiliated growled and kissed her. The house was packed with my Aunt japanese and Uncle Shauna and Dave Graceson.