A Story of Forever

Part 17

And so the days turned into years and Navee and Amnee got older. Mamon had to hold their tongue, hold their tongue, and hold their tongue in front of the Uzras. And Mamon had to go along with the Uzras and their plans and their demands and their cruelty.

And Mamon couldn't take it anymore. They had had enough.

The Uzras were having a grand party at the mansion of Varli, a Yemar who had betrayed his side and was loyal to and privileged by the Uzras. There, they were drinking and feasting and giving out loud, raucous laughter.

And so Mamon went to the party, uninvited. They had lost complete control of themselves. They didn't know what they were doing or why they were doing it. All that they knew was that they were ready to explode. They had held the pressure inside of them and inside of them and inside of them for so long and now they just couldn't, they just couldn't hold it in anymore.

There was a slave at the door greeting all the guests as they came in and taking their coats. The slave smiled and pretended to be jovial. But Mamon knew the reality of having to pretend in front of the masters too well. Mamon knew how to truly look. And Mamon looked into the eyes of the slave and knew that they were breaking apart inside, as all slaves were.

Mamon knew though, that in this one situation, they could help.

Mamon asked the name of the slave, and they replied that it was Sadali. Mamon asked the slave if they wanted to go to the lands of Oellon and join the army of Oellon's forces, and train for the final battle. Mamon asked if Sadali wanted to remain here, as a slave, serving the Uzras and their allies for years longer before they went to Oellon anyways.

Sadali replied that they wanted to go join Oellon's forces now. But they were too much of a coward to. It was too hard to just do it themselves, and they would remain a slave for many years longer before going to their final freedom.

Mamon asked Sadali if they had any other slaves around them who would miss them, and Sadali replied that they didn't.

And so Mamon told Sadali that they would help them go to their final freedom much faster, that they could send them to Oellon immediately. And Sadali thanked them with tears in their eyes, keeping quiet so that none of the Uzras could hear them.

And so Mamon took Sadali out to where all the Uzras were. And they sent Sadali to Oellon, to their final freedom, where no-one could lord over them and make them work for them. Where no-one could treat them as an inferior and deny them kindness and respect. Where they could train and plot to get revenge against anyone and everyone who had ever hurt them.

The Uzras saw this and they were very enraged at Mamon for taking away their slave, and they drove Mamon out of the party. They were too busy partying though to follow them out and beat them, as they usually would. And so Mamon sat in Puri's woods, ruminating.

At the meeting between themselves and Sadali, they were even more disturbed. They hated having to send Sadali away from this world in order to set them free. But it was all that they could do. And it was not fair, not fair, it was not fair at all. Everything was too twisted and corrupted and evil. Everything was a horror.

The rage grew and built inside of them until they were like a volcano about to erupt, all the inhibition snapping and falling away from them.

They marched back to the party and demanded to be let in. The Uzras, of course, did not let them in. And so then Mamon reminded Karkion that they had shared a cup of sweet, spicy Tzai together and that meant that they were equals. They reminded him that Tzai was only shared between equals, and Karkion accepting it from Mamon meant that they were the same. Therefore Karkion had to let Mamon into the party.