This did not turn out to be anywhere near good...

A swarm of furious men was heading toward us, I had never expected that I would be right in this matter, for I already advised Mr. Perses to ready himself for the worst, and buckle up.

“I won’t rest! I gave my word!”

Saying that, Mr. Perses rushed against the hoard, even though no sane nor insane won’t realize it’s impossible to win. He rushed. Mr. Perses valued a promise.

The men held no strength against him, they truly hate his lineage. That man Anthrozel, he truly worked his ruse with these ones. But alas, he held none himself. Watching him tear into them like that, I found it inhuman, how can a man have such a body, it’s was bit comparable to a child jumping over ants, he threw some, he split some, he bashed some, and mashed some other. And no matter how or what he was hit with, he sustained. It’s was, although a horrifying sight, really amazing.

Nevertheless, it’s impossible for one man to beat the unity. Even Mr. Perses broke down against the many. They had him tired out and beat down, and so they shackled us, and took us away with them.  

For some reason, they kept us alive. I could understand why they would keep me alive, for I am to them but ‘booty’, and they, as I can say, have had good blood with aunt Olly, even her shackling was different, but Mr. Perses, a man whom they hold nothing but hatred for him and his entire lineage? Why? I could only ask.

We went on and on that dusty road, and while we’re on the walk, they wasted no time nor energy in insulting Mr. Perses and his lineage. It was only about time he retaliated.

“You better keep your thoughts to your head, you cowards of a people!!”

“The Akimaneod garbage just done spoke with no permission! Are ya tired of living already?!” Said one.

“Yeah, he might be!! Let’s get’em back to his senses!!” Said another.

“He who once protected ya is long gone!! That Oxen bastard!! If it weren’t for him, you weren’t gonna make it till this age healthy and all complete!!”

“Aadico sure did bring some good news at last!! The old hag isn’t as saddening as she looks!!”

Mr. Perses seemed to have had enough. “Why do you people hate me this much!!! Why do you hate my lineage!! Whatever did we do to you!!”

“You stop messin’!!! Since long ago you bastards raised every type-a-tax against us!! You stole lands!! You swayed all the slaves!! You lived in luxury while we was struggling!! Struggling for ye happiness!!! God bless lord Anthrozel!! He revolted against you robbers!! And gave us our thangs your grandpas stole from us!! So, NEVER act innocent!!!”

We continued.

“Tell your master I apologize.” That was none other that Aunt Olly as she whispered to me.

“Consider it done if I meet him.”

“You must know I only was to watch, Aadico had me in her palm, I was afraid that she’ll leak my husband’s death if I acted, well, what I feared happened. You see, my husband, he was the one protecting us and the prince all this time.”

“How did Mr. Oxen protect you?”

“That. My late husband was a smith, a truly talented one, he had a unique was of working, he was the only one of his kind. His work was irreplicable and irreplaceable, so in order to make way for us to go our way, he accepted to work for them for free. They always marvelled at how he smithed. We were... safe, he even made himself to teach Bantobazanes the technique, he always said ‘Those bastards marvelled at how I worked, but none of them watched how I work, that’s why we’ll go on’...”

She started crying...

...

I was the first one to alight, I was disposed at an auction to stand as a slave, they continued forward without me, and thus I was separated from aunt Olly and Mr. Perses. It wasn’t much time since I was bought. The buyer who claims himself as my owner is an old stout man, he was sunburned, he had brown eyes deep located within the 2 cavities up his haggard face, his name was Fallar Crimson.

He took me to his house, he was a family man, he had 2 sons around my age, a baby daughter, and a wife.

“Your name?”

“Wvi Crimson.”

“Damn right. There’s where you sleep and eat, there’s where you shit.”

I was already familiar with the process of enslavement; whatever name you had shove it up your ass, you’re named after your master’s…

Fallar Crimson was a man of wealth as wealth could ever reach around these regions, he had a whole establishment dedicated for keeping slaves like myself, that establishment was nothing different than a stable of mares if not worse, the slaves there sleep on the blank floor no matter the season, they’re given 2 dirty cloths, although nothing different, for each is but threads that barely cover you from shame of nudity, much less the cold of the winter.

As I explained, the slaves are thrown into each other like horses in a stable, and so they seemingly agreed not to cause any kind of disturbance to each other by any means, most prominently an altercation, they lack both tolerance and the energy for it.

There I found myself, among my entourage of human donkeys, sad, angry, scared faces devoured me with their eyes from every side, alas, another mouth is added to the count, and the budget won’t budge.

 In this disdainful, depressive place, a young face approached me, it was a rare face to find in here, not that it was somewhat beautiful or peculiar, nay, it was smiling…

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