700. Pictor

J Jaden Knight
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500 years ago a group of ancient priests in white robes created 100 golems in the crater of Rangitoto brought to life by the lava within their rocky bodies designed to serve any human master Their last creation was known as Pictor viewed as inferior by many of the others due to his size unlike them he was not given a voice or tongue just sent out into the world to work with only a set of slates to write on After many years Pictor found a good family to serve and worked hard for them every day but at night was left alone in the barn to do nothing with only the sleeping animals for company During those hours of boredom he would get upset as he had no tasks or work to complete he could not express himself on the slates he carried and so did not know how to deal with the frustration Then one evening before going to bed the daughter gave Pictor an artist's set as a present his eyes almost glowed with happiness when he saw all the brushes, paints and canvas That night he sat at the easel painting until all of the materials had been used up the answer to his nocturnal frustrations had been found for now he had plenty to do Now he spends most of the nights painting happily creating works of art that could sell for thousands it's as closest to happiness as Pictor could ever get for despite being made with no way of speaking he has finally found his unique voice

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