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  • Artist Info: My name... Yulia Vasiliev or that's what I used to be called a long time ago... I was raised in the countryside as only child. I used to help my father to harvest apples and my mom cook and clean the house, my father had a chess game that his grand father gave him when he was a child... I loved to play chess with my father, it was the only toy I had to play. I loved my mom's special apple pie that she cooked only on special occasions with all her love, just to us... we were poor but we loved each other and we where happy... until... they came.<br />
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    When I was 12, my country was attacked by an army of thousands named The Zians, destroying everything and killing everybody in their pass... everyone tried to escape, some people did, some people didn't... my parents were victims of the attack as I was taken as slave for The Zians. The Zians conquered my country killing and enslaving the people.<br />
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    After 10 years of enslavement, I saw one zian soldier hitting an old man to death while we were forced to build a giant bridge to cross to the other side of the Great River... I couldn't resist anymore of their abuse, I ran toward him with a pickax I took from another slave and stabbed him in his face... it was the first time in 10 years that someone killed a zian... as the reinforcements came, all the slaves took their tools as i took the sword of the soldier I killed and after a war cry we faced the reinforcements until they ran away from us... that day the rebellion was born, and I don't know how and why but people choose me as their leader calling me their Liberator.<br />
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    Since then, we started to advance and take back many towns, structures and fields with the help of former soldiers, tacticians and people that escaped to the woods from our country while the zian incursion, also I'm good with tactics thanks to my father... he taught me to play chess and hunt in the woods... he was really good at that... and I learned. <br />
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    3 Years passed till we were many as The Zians and planed to take back our capital... we were preparing for the final battle... it was a bloodshed between us and The Zians. I faced the zian king... but finally his sword got broken and I took his head while he was begin for mercy...<br />
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    After seeing their king die, every zian committed suicide and after that... a great silence embraced us... we were free... but at what cost?... we lost many good people... men, women and children lost their lives for this cause... a freedom they gained while leaving this world...<br />
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    I closed my eyes and remembered... remembered the smell of my mom's special apple pie while playing chess with my father, we just made a tiny competition to get first to the table and my father let me won as he used to do... After arriving my mom came from the kitchen with her delicious pie and smiling to us, she put it on the table and told us to pray before eating... my mouth was watering as my dads too... after praying my mom served us a big piece of pie and my dad and I started to eat too fast... my mom always was a lady... she came to me and took my hands firmly but gently and made me put the pie on the table... she used my hands to teach me how a lady should eat... she gave me a hug from behind as my dad smiled at us... <br />
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    Then I felt the rain... the rain being mixed with my tears... that evening... everyone closed their eyes... remembering those who were freed...
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