Køb og sælg både nye og brugte nye varer på DBA – du finder over 1 mio. billige ting til salg.A sharp kick on the ribs. Lloyd fell against the wooden floor, his skinny arms easily giving away. His cheekbone throbbed as he hit the floor. Ignoring the pulsing soreness spreading throughout his body Lloyd moved back onto his hands and knees. With as much dignity as he could muster, he reached for the wet sponge and began scrubbing the dirty floor once more."You were supposed to be done with this hours ago! You're not worth half of what I paid for you." His master's voice boomed through Lloyd's ears. The young man kept his head low, knowing eye contact would only make things worse. The kick came again. Without reply, Lloyd returned to his original position. "You'll be sleeping outside today! Stupid boy. . ."His master's footsteps retreated. Lloyd heard the sliding door slam closed. A sigh of relief escaped his dried lips. Without hesitation, Lloyd continued to scrub away the coat of dirt and dust that covered the floor.
Maybe, maybe if he finished fast enough he wouldn't have to sleep outside.There was an iron ring around Lloyd's neck, a mandatory dress code for all slaves. That way, chaining them together as they were being sold would be easier. To Lloyd, the ring served to remind him that as long as he wore it, he was nothing. He was worth less than a piece of bread.Lloyd had been born into slavery, like countless other men and women. He had been sold three times in his life. Each master had been worse than the last. But to the young, green eyed man, it didn't matter. Lloyd did as he was told and kept his head low. He endured all the beatings, all the insults, and all the jobs. He was determined to survive.He crawled over to a dirty iron bucket, and looked down into the water. His dirty reflection started back at him. Lloyd soaked the sponge with the liquid, then waited for it to settle, so he could see into his own eyes once more. Tomorrow we'll be free. Once finished, Lloyd carried the bucket outside.
He dumped the dirty water onto the dirt, where it would be soaked up by the plants around it. After returning the sponge and the bucket to a small shed, he walked inside, making sure to brush away the excess dirt that clung to the bottom of his feet. Following the scent of cooked food, a scent that caused Lloyd's stomach to feel sickeningly empty, the blonde haired slave found his master. Keeping his head bowed, he approached the large bellied man."The floor is clean, Master." Lloyd's tone was soft and respectful. After living under the cruel gaze of his owners for seventeen years, Lloyd had learned how easily offended most people were. Speak too loud, and you would soon feel the burning slash of a whip across your back. "Is there anything else Master desires?""Just get out of my sight." Lloyd's master waved him away. "And remember, you are sleeping outside tonight."A sigh almost escaped him. So Lloyd's cleaning hadn't been fast enough. Yes Master," Lloyd returned to the outside, sitting on his usual spot behind his master's house.
Lloyd's eyes scanned the area, making sure he was alone. The houses all around him were dark. The only light came from the moon's light, giving the world around Lloyd a tender glow. Satisfied under the cover of the darkness, Lloyd moved away a loose board from the house's foundation. Reaching inside, he retrieved his most priced possession.The last book in the land of Ninjago.When the Serpentine had risen, under the iron fist of Emperor Pythor, all books had been destroyed. Centuries of history had been lost in one night. Anything that had not been written by the hands of Serpentine had met its end that night. Even though Lloyd couldn't have been older than four, he could remember everything perfectly. The smell of burning paper. The terrifying way that the flames rose, reaching towards the heavens like the arms of a hungry demon. And, worst of all, the screams of teachers and writers, burning to death along with their words.The book was golden, with the drawing of a emerald snake eating its own tail.
Lloyd opened the book running his dirty hands through the letters spread through the first page, wondering what each of the scribbles written in ink meant. Slaves were never taught to read. He turned the pages, stopping at the first sketch he found.Lloyd knew quite a lot about this type of Serpentine. They ruled over the north of Ninjago. In fact, Lloyd had once served as a slave for one of the inhuman creatures. Their large eyes sent chills through his back. But worst of all were their hypnotic powers. Lloyd had seen the way the Hypnobrai controlled the minds of slaves and made them fight to the death for their entertainment. Friend murdering friend, father murdering son. And it was all just a game to them, just another way to pass the time. Lloyd shook the memories away, and turned the page to the next sketch.These Serpentine ruled over the east, building their temple in the center of a dark Hēisè forest. Lloyd didn't know much about them, except that one bite from their sharpened fangs could turn anyone and anything into a Serpentine.
The very thought of it was terrifying. It was one thing to lose freedom to this new empire, but for someone to lose their humanity itself? Lloyd turned the page.The swamps of the warm south were led by these green scaled Serpentine. It was said that their venom would drive anyone to insanity. Lloyd had never seen one of those Serpentine personally, but plenty of his masters had sent him to buy bottled Venomari poison to destroy their enemies. He turned the page.The Constrictai were the strongest of the Serpentine. They didn't have any special powers, and they didn't need them. Their tails were strong enough to crush anyone's bones in seconds.Every Serpentine was terrifying in their own way, with deadly and dirty tricks always hidden well up their sleeves. Yet there was only one that inhabited Lloyd's nightmare's. There was only one left in existence. It was said that he had murdered his own people in order to rise to power. The scales from which his skin was made of could blend with any surface, giving him the power to turn invisible at will.