It wasn’t long before Castor was pushed and pulled into the direction of a lit stage of a moderate sized arena. No matter what he did, he wasn’t going anywhere. Bound by the chains that held him.

His newest accessory was a gold chain around his neck. Something he got as punishment for trying to escape.

The Slave Leader paraded Castor like he was an exotic pet to be tamed and ruled. Pulling and dragging as if he was a tool to be tossed around and discarded.

"Hailing from the farthest northern border! I bring such a rare gem to this thriving market of ours."

The man tugged hard on the chain, pulling Castor closer towards the man in a possessive manor.

"Prince Castor, from the Kingdom of the Sun."

The Slave Leader pulled down on the collar but Castor refused the move or bow this time. It angered his foul handler, who took his foot and kicked the youth hard behind his knees.

Castor dropped, his blue eyes glared with anger. The man looked down at him, glaring.

"He has spirit but it shouldn’t take long to diminish his disobedience. Like all rare creature’s, they have to be broken to be tamed."

Castor glanced out, seeing nothing but darkness and silhouettes laughing at his current situation. He could feel their mocking gaze, underneath the masks that hid their faces. It made his blood boil. It made him sick that people would do this. Not just to him but to others as well.

It horrified him.

"So may we start with the bidding? 2700 Sarols?" He yelled, trying to get the crowed going. “Untainted and….”

Castor, even with limited mobility, had had enough of that bastards voice. He was low enough, he knew he had enough momentum to knock the Slaver for a big surprise.

The Prince jumped up, using his head as a battering ram, slamming his skull into his captors lower jaw. The man screamed, holding his mouth, falling to the ground.

Castor gave a defiant smile, even if his skull was killing him. The Slaver kicked and rolled in pain, as the Prince watched on in slight glee. The once pristine clothes he wore, was now covered in blood.

The commotion in the crowd grew, making Castor notice he had done more than just knocked the man down on the ground. The Slaver Leader’s tongue lay severed. Castor had hit him in mid speech after all.

The Prince stood proud and mighty, looking out at the faceless crowd.

"No one has power over me. No one owns me. I will not bow and I will not break." He was too proud to roll over at take it anymore.

Castor turned towards two guardsmen who came at him. He relaxed his body, falling backwards to avoid a swinging baton. While doing so, he was able to knock one guard down to the ground and the other grabbing thin air.

It was the third guard that got him, bringing a blow down on his head that knocked him out cold.

The crowd roared and cheered for the captured Prince. The demand for him grew, as did the price. Castor was someone different alright and the crowd knew it.

A toy to be broken.

The Slaver Leader, still rolling on the ground, heard many people call out for higher and higher bids. That didn’t seem to matter to him, as blood kept pooling around him. No one reached out to help him, as was the life of a Slaver.

A voice called out, silenced most of the roaring bids.

“8,000 Sarols!” The bidder called out, their black robe seemed to absorb any light that was around them. Their white mask seemed to glow brighter than others.

“9,000 Sarols!” Another bidder yelled out, sounding bewildered at the offer’s being dropped.

“10,000 Sarols!” The black robed bidder sat calmly in their chair, resting their hand on their cheek. Their aqua eyes daring the other bidder to go higher.

“10,500!” He yelled back, desperate. The bidder held tight to tunic, he knew he couldn’t lose this bid.

“15,000.” They said it so calmly, that the roaring crowed died down in shock. The Black Market was going to make bank tonight.

The other bidder shook his head, biting hard on his lip, blood began to draw.

“35,000 Sarols!” He laughed, thinking the bidder before him had a limit.

“98,700 Sarols…..” The robed person hummed, happy to have the rooms attention at that price.

“98,700 Sarols! For the Sun Prince goes the highest bidder!” Another Slaver yelled out, leaving many to know that anyone with that much cash, was not to be trifled with. More so when the other bidder remained silent, shaking at his loss before him. The newly appointed Slave Leader took charge, walking over the fading body of the old, guiding his hand to the winning bidder to the direction he was most desired to go into. “Please come a follow me, we will get everything settled.”

The black cloaked figure rose, making their way towards the bidding floor, their guards not far behind them.

The mystery bidder looked down, with heavy eyes at the unconscious Prince as a soft, planning smile danced across their lips.

“Do make sure no more harm comes to him, otherwise I will ask for a discount.” The buyer watched as the man bowed. “And keep him asleep for awhile, as I do have to travel far. I don’t want him waking during transport.”

“Your property will be well taken care of.” He grinned, motioning for the buyer to follow. “Now for the payment.”

The bidder nodded, leaving the bidding arena behind.

The Sun Prince lay motionless having no clue what fate would bring.