Chapter 25. Mysticism

ALICIA CHAY

Mysticism was a thing I had no interest in now. Only because of the life I was thrust into. I didn't even remember as a human giving worship to anything because I was born into depression and slavery at the very hands that had the same shade of color as mine. I never understood how, during those times, my own kind hated me so much.

The only relief came after Nightfall when the Master retired to the plantation for the evening. In Africa owned by dark skin folks.

I used to cry myself to sleep at night trying to understand what I did that was so bad that I was born into a system of deceit, corruption and was forced to deal with the aftermath of a game I never chose.

The chess board I never set up, but I am most certainly a part of because life castles me into a rook and pawns me into a stalemate you can't check it all the time. You had to deal with it.

Then I go from slavery into another system, a supernatural system. I still don't have a say i