THE TYRANT.

The day of the new slave shipment arrived, and I watched as the cart pulled into the compound, guarded by Lycan's men. The new slaves looked tired and defeated, their spirits were broken by their long journey.

I approached them cautiously, trying to appear as unassuming as possible. "Welcome," I said softly. "My name is Maya. I've been here for a while. I know this place can be hard, but we're not alone. There are others here who want to fight back against Lycan and his men."

The new slaves looked at me with a mix of fear and hope. "But how can we fight back?" one of them asked. "Lycan is too strong. He'll kill us if we try anything."

I smiled at them. "I have a plan," I said. "It's risky, but I believe it can work. We just need to be brave and stick together."

Over the next few days, I worked tirelessly to gain the trust of the new slaves, sharing my own experiences of life under Lycan's rule and telling them about the rebellion that had been quashed before. Slowly but surely, I could