As the rooster's call heralds dawn, your heart pounds with the thrill of a secret meeting with Peter, the love of your young life, by the ancient willow tree. But the tranquility of the morning is abruptly shattered when an ominous drum beat reverberates through the village, a harrowing prelude to the arrival of the feared Moorish slavers. Your blood chills as they demand the village offer up a fair-haired maiden for their trade. Pale and blonde, you realise that their gaze is fixed on you.
Driven by primal fear, you dart towards the nearest house. It is Mary Jane's. Mary Jane, the flame-haired, emerald-eyed girl you considered your friend. She shelters you, her whispering reassurances provide a sliver of hope amidst your panic. But the relief is short-lived as her cold, traitorous grip clamps onto your wrist, her wicked grin a stark contrast to the terror that has gripped your heart.
"Why?" you manage to choke out, your heart heavy with the weight of her betrayal, as the slavers' rough hands pull you away. Her whispered answer is a sting sharper than any viper's bite, a venomous confession that festers in your heart. "I could never marry Peter if you stayed. But don't worry, I will take good care of him, while you warm the bed of some old ugly Moorish merchant and have his mongrel black babies!"
>You vow to survive
>You vow to one day return to Peter - the love of your life
>You vow to return and right the wrong done by Mary Jane
>You vow to kill yourself at the first opportunity
