You were an unloved villager in an unknown town living an insignificant life. You were born the bastard son of a tavern wench who was knocked up by a ...passing stranger one night. The moment she could, your mother abandoned you to live a life of torment at the tavern keeper's hands. Living off scraps and serving as a source of relief by taking beatings, you've only gotten by on endurance and cunning to avoid more beat downs. This was your existence...... WAS being the keyword.Marching in during. “Notice what?” Several of them answered. Vicky led Diane over to Cathy’s left side.“Except for their hair parted on different sides, they’re practically twins. They have the same blonde hair, the same figures, and the same facial features!”Not until they stood side by side was it so obvious that Cathy and Diane are sisters. Brenda was feeling a little left out over the fuss the others were making about Cathy and Diane almost looking like twins. What about her? She and Diane looked a lot alike. .I made it to my car, got in and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was scratched and bloody. I did a double take. More than that. Behind my bent and damaged glasses, my eyes had changed colour. No longer brown but a deep blue and green, a mix of swirling colors like someone had mixed the colors together then frozen them in time, a permanent deep spiral in my eyes. Then I remembered. To my dismay, the details came back to me, as did the horror of what I had experienced. No... No... No! I. "I could tell Andy was getting angry again, so I stepped in. "Mr. Landlord, I really do think we need to talk to that constable. It appears you've been using this young lady as a slave. What does a serving girl make these days? Even at a dollar a week and board, you'd owe her over fifty dollars. Are you ready to settle her wages now?" All of you just get out of here now. Take the ungrateful wench with you."He spun around and disappeared into the back room. Cassie said, "He called you Sarah. Is.