The world looks just as grim and gray as it always has been. It's cold and I can see my warm breath becoming steam in the air. The boiling buckets of water in my hands even more so.
The water buckets would be given to the whores in the brothel. They would bathe and service their clients and the hot water was sure to bring customers. People around the village would think the brothel had a mage creating the boiled water and rumors would spread. After all, only mages can create boiling water in high quantities unless you are rich, in which case, you will just hire a mage for you to spare yourself the labor. It was a slave's job, to do these things and I am that slave, after all.
Earning pocket change for exhausting labor every day just to feed my sisters and sometimes myself. It was exhausting. My body is strong and being a mage on top of that made me much stronger physically than others my age. That is, if people knew that I was a mage. Sort of.
I had an affinity for lightning and fire, but all I can do is make small sparks of lightning or a flame barely rivaling a candle's. So instead of working on my destructive power I would mediate. Feeling all my magic circulating through my veins. Ahh, to feel it later tonight. The feeling's almost euphoric. If only this job...
-"Hey! Get to work, slave! What the fuck do we pay you for? If I see you stop for just one more second I will beat you half to death, you hear me?"
-"Yes, sir, but I didn't..."
-"Shut the fuck up! I don't wanna hear your fucking complaints. Now get those buckets to the whores upstairs, now!"
-"Yes, sir."
I felt horrible. I didn't even do anything wrong. I was still walking, right? Yeah, I don't remember stopping, but why would he get mad, otherwise? It made no sense, but I did as I was told, regardless of how they spoke to me. After all, Ava and Nevaeh needed to educate themselves in school and i'm their only hope.
Walking up the creaky stairs with two full buckets bigger than my head was always fun. Everyone upstairs would look anxiously at me as if I would fall. I've walked up these stair hundreds if not thousands of timesand it never broke. It shouldn't break today, but when they look at me like that I get anxious sometimes, too.
I put the buckets of still boiling hot water into the bathtub and go home for the day.
I approached Voss, my superior for my daily pay. He was the one who yelled at me earlier, too. I felt awkward approaching him after he yelled at me before, but I needed to ask him. Swallowing hard, I ask him for my pay.
He doesn't even look at me when I speak to him. Maybe he doesn't hear me? I ask him louder this time and walk around him so his eyes don't miss me.
-"I worked my 11 hours today, can I have my pay, please?" I said almost yelling at him
-"You're not getting your pay today for what you did"
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The One Who Showed No Mercy (Ongoing)
FantasyEPISODES AT LEAST TWICE A WEEK Vidarr, 19, has lived his entire life in adversity. Having to work tirelessly hours on end to put food on the table for his two younger sisters, Ava and Nevaeh. The work and responsibilities of being the caretaker of h...
