Chapter 11: Prision
After the incident, Slaga was to be put in prision for one year. It was a dreadful year for him. First, before he went to prision, he had a stamp on that metal thing attached to his head. On it had said, 'Insane.' Slaga had felt guilty for what he had done. 'I can't believe it,' thought Slaga, 'how could this have happened?'
His prision was in the shape of a circle. It was tiny. It didn't even have stools. He would just sit on the metal floor waiting for something good to happen. Nothing did though.
His jailmaster's name was Nelmotar. He had been in this job for five years or so. As ushual, he was a slig. Ocasionally, he taunted Slaga and played tricks on him. He even had Slaga whipped a few times. He didn't let Slaga starve, but he didn't give him fancy meals. He gave him scraps for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. 'Nelmotar can burn for all I care.' Thought Slaga.
Slaga may have seemed evil right now, but he was still his peace-loving self when he was around mudokkons and nature. But when around sligs, big bad taunting sligs, he would just lose it. It was like a curse he had. He was still happy about the way he was born. When Nelmotar was checking on the other prisioners, Slaga had said something to himself. "Why can't other sligs like me for who I am? They treat me so badly. Someday, I will do what a slig would never do. Lead all the mudokkons here to freedom."
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