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Post by hannibal issac mubarak on Dec 23, 2011 19:52:49 GMT -5
august 4th, 2006
"'annibal, come inside. now!" was all hannibal heard from his father after his first time outside the barriers that his parents had put up for him. being a prince was far from beautiful like shown on movies. you never had the time to do what you wanted to do. hannibal was sure that he would never get to go anywhere farther than egypt. he hated it here, and that was that.
"'annibal." his father said his name again that night at dinner. "your father and i 'ave something we'd like to discuss with you." hannibal's mother pipped in, but then his father got that stern look on his face, and hannibal knew right away that this was a discussion that he wasn't going to win. there was no chance that he could ever disobey his father. "you're going to russia. we have set up a family for you to live with for a month. end of discussion." his father put bluntly. hannibal sighed and looked down, staring at the food in front of him. his father rarely sent him on these, and if he was sent on these, they were usually a miserable time.
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