Escaping Through The Night With Albia

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The Final, True Ending For Albia Has Ended

In the end, Albia and the group of run aways live their lives in the forest, free of pain, worry, and hurt, as they gather materials for their survival...

“That is what led up to how we are now, explaining our benevolent escape story. To this day, we believe the Gods of Olymnpos&nbsp;created the full moon, started the fire, and ultimately, creating our escapement..”

"Go at once!" Hesterias exclaimed. Once Albia makes it down to the kitchen near the field of crops, he starts by dipping his rags into a bucket of water and begins to scrub the dirty floors aggressively. "One day we shall switch our roles and he shall be my slave!" "Shut up! Hesterias might be able to hear you!" says one of the slaves in the kitchen.

THE END

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Group 12 Authors: Andrew Huynh - White

Albia begins to sprint on his toes onto the pavement, avoiding absolutely anything that could form noises to reveal his escapement. "Hey everyone! It's him!" One of the slaves state. "Yeah, it's him!" As Albia arrives , he drops onto the pavement, trying to release his fear. "Looks like you agreed ay?" "Yeah, it looks like I did." Albia responds with breaths of peace and relief. As they continue chatting, they overhear their slave owners, including Hesterias, call the guards to search for their missing servants and slaves. "Get up, lets go." They say. Albia picks up his body and again, dashes into the forest through the moon lit night. Albia takes one glance back into the dark gloomy sky, he looks at his former home for a split second whispering , "so long, Hesterias."

Please Choose The Other Choice For The True Ending

<a href="bookcreator://page/AqXoJca4SWOk6HUZR_X85Q">Choose The Other Choice On Page 17</a>

"The world seems as if it is repeating itself over and over...". Albia lets out a heavy breath full of sorrow and pain as he gathers wheat, herbs, and olives for Hesterias' feast tonight. He beings to grin at the creation of his thought. "What if I gathered little to no crops and walked falsely around the field ay?"

<a href="bookcreator://page/uQYlxgQgTa2Tc7vBDFN3hg">Gather Many and A Variety of Crops</a>

<a href="bookcreator://page/qL0ifHfnTIyiaN1k0b0MvA">Gather Little To No Crops</a>

<a href="bookcreator://page/F0WOLJRTSdmSONB2-S0eog">Dash Heavily Towards Them</a>

<a href="bookcreator://page/8KdFounESxeIZbiUgJGSxw">Sprint On Toes Quietly</a>

Albia beings to dash heavily onto the dry pavement towards them. "No one will ever take away my freedom, ever, again. So long, Hesterias." He whispers. It beings to rain. He looks up with heavy joy. As he takes another foot near the edge of forest, he feels a wave of relief and happiness crash into him. "Safe, at last." "Hey! You there!" utters an anonymous voice. WHIP! Albia becomes wide eyed and is completely shattered with fear with a stiff realization... "Did you hear me! Come here this instance!" WHIP WHIP! He wobbles around to face, the 3 individual, buff, Roman guards. "Come follow us." They state. Albia's feels as if his heart is racing to pump itself out of its place. Albia takes a stiff walk, one foot after another, trying to escape the guard's sight. "Get back here!" Again, Albia must obey every single thing laid before him. He his led around the city, the Roman guards hoping to return this horrid, filthy dog back into its cage.

Albia stands up and peeks through the window. "A full moon! Seems like good luck!" He says happily to himself. Albia frowns, SNIF SNIF. "What's that smell?" SNIFF SNIFF. After creating multiple theories, Albia finally gains the courage to travel downstairs into the dining room...

"My life, my choice." Albia then makes a heavy dash towards the exit near the stairway. " YES!" He body slams against the heavy doors and bolts through the field. WOOSH, WOOSH! He cringed at every crackling step of the grains. As he continues to scan the grains, he receives a world full of shattering memories of his childhood to now, how he was forced to serve that demon Hesterias! After escaping the field, he lands on the pavement, full of relief. He takes a glimpse at the puddle and observes the domus and other houses burning to the ground. "It's them, th- the slaves!" He yells in his thoughts.

As Albia runs around the dining room with devastating fear, the fire now has started consuming his attic, the kitchen, and the dining room. "NO NO NO!" Albia wails. He starts realizing that his decision of staying put in the domus was a horrific decision. He puts a foot forward and races towards the only exit near the the stairway...

After entering the dining room Albia gets hit with a wave of shock. "AAAA! Save me!" One of the attendees wail. "Release me from this domus at once!" Another attendee exclaims. Albia then realizes his master Hesterias' domus had been engulfed in flames and is reaching the wheat field! Albia begins to hyperventilate as fear begins to engulf him and seemingly swallow him whole. 'Wha d- Wha d- What do I do!" He yells. He is then hit with the memory from hora sexta. Albia then speaks to himself, "the- the- the- the slaves!"

<a href="bookcreator://page/PY5tQhwmQN-orkhfdguhYA">Stay In Hesterias' Domus</a>

<a href="bookcreator://page/HdI5JMdjQs2Wrk2qEeTh5Q">Leave Hesterias' Domus</a>

Take it, run with it, and most definitely, don't look back.... Or so he thought.

At hora prima, Albia awakens in his attic. He sighs. He throws on thin rags from the damp minimal corner in the attic in his master's domus and dirty sandals. He ruffs his dry, brown tinted hair with his crackling dark skin. Albia steps down on the creaking steps and enters his master, Hesterias' wheat field. As he walks out with a large bindle, the sun rises above the nearby mountain ranges and greets him with thin rays of sunshine. A fresh summer breeze then breathes onto Albia. He sighs once more.

Hesterias then confronts Albia. "You, filthy slave, come here this instant! One of the kitchen slaves has notified me of your horrible work ethic! You are no longer allowed to work in the field ever! You now serve me inside my domus where I can watch you slave!" Albia is then thrown a slap onto the side of his face.

"Citizens of Rome!" The guards exclaim. "Who owns thou putrid animal." While this happens, Hesterias intelligently escapes the burning domus with the down pouring rain putting out the fire. HRRK, CRRGH! Hesterias releases all of the smoke out of lungs. "I need water, get me some water!" The people of the city rush and some slip on the pavement from the rain to him give him water. As he sips his fine refreshments,the rain cuts off. He suddenly becomes filled with anger and retribution. Hesterias slams the glass onto the pavement and storms up to Albia and the Roman guards. "That is my slave! Return him to me at once!" Albia suddenly observes Hesterias storming up to him. "MINE!" Albia is snatched by the wrist and is dragged to the nearby slave owner. "HAND ME YOUR BRANDING TOOLS AT ONCE!" Once Hesterias is handed the tools, he drags Albia back into the remaining parts of the burnt wheat field. Hesterias strikes him across the face. CLASH! By now, Albia has become numb to this world. He then rips pieces of the wheat and lights them with flint and steel. This shall be your punishment! He heats up he branding metal and places it onto Albia's thin arm. "AAAAAAAAAA!" "Hurts doesn't it! Hurts so bad!" Once Hesterias lifts the metal, Albia's arm is red with pain and parts are black with the symbols of Hesterias. "Now, everyone may know you belong to me, putrid animal!"

Once Albia agrees to join their escapement they start discussing their plans. Soon Hesterias and other nearby slave owners catch their slaves not laboring. Albia is then thrown into the basement. "If I see you talking to those or any slaves again you're getting your face branded!" Hesterias exclaims. SLASH! "AAAA!" Albia screams. CLIP! "AAAA". Albia continues to wail in pain of his master's whip. After, Albia is sent to gather his materials and use his own rags to clean the floors of the kitchen.

Albia begins to trot around the field gathering small stones 

Albia begins to trot around the field gathering small stones to fill his bindle , and very few to no crops. Once during hora sexta hits, he drops it off at the kitchen where other slaves are preparing the feast for Hesterias and his peers tonight. Soon after, Hesterias is notified of Albia's poor work ethic...

Narrations of Escaping Through The Night With Albia

Once the hour passes, Albia dusts the bread crumbs off his rags and continues to bindle herbs and whole grains. As he continues, he turns and realizes a group of nearby slaves are waving towards him. Albia hesitates for a moment, he glances around to make sure no slave owners are nearby. He then dashes over to them. Once Albia makes to them, they start discussing their plans and encourage him to take part in their escapement. "Uh, um, uh." Albia confusingly responds. He observes the slaves. All of them hold a collar around their necks. The slave to the right of him seems female and is wearing a messy apron and gloves. "You, you work in the kitchen?" Albia quietly asks. "Yeah, I do." She responds. "You should join us." "Uh, um, i'm not sure but i'll take your offer into consideration."

<a href="bookcreator://page/qHtKMNfNQ76GcZWI0pl9xg">Take Part In Their Escapement </a>

<a href="bookcreator://page/wzXPEz-HQ42VvfVPB3Y3dw">Completely Decline The Offer and Continue Gathering Crops</a>

After making his choice, Albia fills his bindle with herbs, olives, and grains. He then makes his way towards the kitchen in Hesterias' domus. Once he drops off the crops, he makes his way back towards the endless grain field. Albia continues to gather more crops. Once hora sexta arrives, Albia sits down and pulls out his daily prandium meal, a small piece of wheat bread and cheap wine from his bindle. "Wine and bread, great." While he sips his wine, he dreams of being an elected representative of Rome. "I wonder what it's like to live in fancy domuses and gobble down on wondrous foods."

wondering if he should fall asleep or not.

"Well, my dreams hopefully shall be granted by the Gods of Olymnpos." Albia gives more thought to Roman representatives. Once Albia has had enough of those thoughts, he places his damp rags of his clothes against the damp floor and sets his head on them, wondering if he should fall asleep or not.

<a href="bookcreator://page/FtChu5piThaub1NwZLhxiw">Stay Awake Until Hora 12</a>

<a href="bookcreator://page/FtChu5piThaub1NwZLhxiw">&nbsp;Try To Sleep As Soon As Albia Lays Down</a>

As Albia races towards the exit, he begins choking on the intoxicating smoke. "HRRK! HRRK! CRRK!" Albia tries to ignore it but it is far too late. As he tries to extend his arm towards the exit, trying to avoid falling debris, he trips on a piece of burning wood. "AAAA!" Albia then, attempts to take a stance but his vision becomes heavily blurred and his body has lost all its energy. As he takes his last breath full of fumes, he hears the exit collapse. " CRRSH! PHHMMM!" Albia then takes his last stance before his body is thrown to the burning marble floor. He closes his eyes as he whispers, "goodbye Rome..."

After making his decision with doubt, Albia walks back into the field of grains and continues to gather olives and herbs for tonight's feast. Once hora septima, the seventh hour hits, Albia walks back into his master's domus and into the little corner of his attic. Albia sighs as he throws his body against the damp floor and stares into the empty darkness of the ceiling. "Life would be different as a Roman representative ya know." Albia says to himself.

towards the sound, that is when realization hit him.

As Albia races into the forest with the group of slaves, he begins to hear the leaves crackle near to him. His ears are drawn towards the sound, that is when realization hit him. "Turn," he whispers. They all turn, avoiding the assumption of Roman guards. After hours of supposed running, they all crash onto a fallen tree near a stream and take refuge on it. "We did it everyone! We escaped!" Albia exclaims. "We sure did!" They slaves respond. "Now lets get these useless collars off of us powerful citizens of Rome!" They then search for sharp rocks, then begin to jag off their collars. "Hey look! A sunrise!" They all turn their heads and look in awe of the magnificent oranges and yellows blooming, dominating its presence, throughout the day...

"We are safe aren't we?" One of the free slaves ask. "Indeed we are." Albia replies. "WHOOOOOO! AWWW YEAH!!!!!" They all yell. "I've never felt this way ever. It's a weird, but yet a nourishing sensation." Albia says. "Of course! We did it!" After they all share their excitement, Albia calls them together. "Now, after all is said and done, let us go catch ourselves some breakfast."

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