Osaze 

18 years ago…

He found himself falling into an endless void where his screams echoed and his mind raced. He kept falling and every time he did he felt his heart pounding in anticipation for him to fall. He then heard the same deep voice in his head, the voice spoke but he still couldn't understand what was being said, as he felt himself falling he heard another loud but distant voice, the voice was getting closer and closer the longer he fell until he felt himself slam against the ground, instantly waking up, he found himself getting drenched with a bucket of cold water, he was kneeling in a prison cell, hands chained behind his back, as he slowly regained his vision he saw an armored man with a spear look at him, 

 “alright now that you are awake I'm going to need to know. Why did you break into the Wandere estate? And who are you working for?” the armored man asked. 

 “I work for no one.” The man looked unsatisfied with that answer and punched Osaze in the ribcage. Osaze winced in pain but remained firm. 

“I will not yield.” Osaze declared as the man continued to punch and kick on Osaze until he was covered in blood. After beating Osaze and still not getting an answer he spits on him and closes the cell. Leaving Osaze alone and beaten, as Osaze kneeled, blood drooling out of his mouth, he could only think of his sister, he felt foolish for trying this. 

 Now all he's done is gotten his sister in trouble, he was going to be hanged and his sister hunted down. Curse it all, what came over Osaze to do this. Did he think he could try and kill a noble, as a Non? He had no powers and was a commoner, tears well down his face as he screams. 

“You raped my sister! You fucking bastard!” He kept screaming to deaf ears as he was left alone in this dark and small cell. He just stayed there for what felt like hours, until finally light started to peek through the cracks he heard loud footsteps approaching. It was several soldiers who opened his cell and then carried him out. As he got carried out, he felt all the pain in his side, his arm, and his legs were sore. He couldn't tell how long he was knocked out but it couldn't have been more than a few days. As he got carried out and shoved into a cart, as the other soldiers made their way into the carriage, the carriage dragged the cart behind. He felt himself slosh and jump around in the cart uncomfortably, as the bright sun forced him to wince. 

 The carriage stopped in the docks, where Osaze's eyes widened. He saw a large crowd standing on the opposite side of a podium, an old bald man could be seen standing on the podium alongside several soldiers. The man then motioned and Osaze was being carried toward the podium. 

 “I gather you all here for the exile of Osaze Mwangi, it pains me to see a Baragoian commit such acts. I know you wish for blood, but I refuse to stoop down to such barbaric practices. Osaze do you have anything you wish to say to defend yourself."

 “I did nothing wrong, I defended my sister's honor, and I would do it again, I simply regret not being able to take the head of that man who stole everything from her.” The older man had a saddened expression as he sighed and motioned for the guards to carry Osaze away. 

“What will happen to my sister!” The older man doesn't answer as Osaze is shoved into a ship. Rage bubbled within him as he was sent off to never see his sister again.

 He sat in the small sailing ship, he was eventually let out of his cuffs. The ship was a new innovative technology called the airship. It looked like a normal warship only it had wings on the sides of the boat. The ship started swiftly flying up, as they found themselves high in the sky. It was Osazes first time in an airship and his first time out of his home Baragoi, his homeland now looked smaller and insignificant. As he watched everything get smaller and smaller all he could think about and hope was that his sister was safe and maybe one day they could meet each other again.