A Slave's Story Also Has Hope In It

Chapter 1: The ordinary live

I was an ordinary child in Bahkap where i was born. Or what could be held as "Ordinary" anyway. A slave is not out of the ordinary in this place. My name was Seth. A simple name that i got from my mom. She worked as a maid in a palace, though i never got to know where it was or whom she was serving. As i had my own job to carry fruits of a farmer. He treated me like dirt, but i was a slave. That was really all i was. "Dirt". 

I also had a brown skin tone, but that was, yet again, not uncommon. Black hair too, it was as if even god didn't want me to stand out. Because the only thing i stood out for were weird eyes. Yes, you read that correct. "Weird eyes". They were 2 different eyes, one with the collor "Dark teal" And the other a very light blue colour. (Duck egg (Yes that is a colour)). This made me ugly. I was told as such anyway. But hey! It's a birth defect! But on a browner colour i can see why people would revolt just seeing it. 

I tried my best to work as hard as i can in the start of my work days, but later i realised that "That man" was going to hate me wether i did or didn't. So i later just decided to do the bare minimum of people my age. This was very very easy because i was atleast gifted with a strong physical body. Or atleast an athletic one, because i wasn't buff. I was slender, though that was also because i didn't eat much more then 3 potatos and i bit of bread with whatever we could find to make soup out of. At times i would try to steal some fruits aswell, but fruits being sold at markets was shit anyway. It didn't compare to whatever fruit they sent to people of higher status

As a result i was slender like a snake, and hungry like a boar. I would do anything to come out on top, but as a slave there is no way to do as such except escape. But there isn't anything else except desert for days. Going out would be suicide without a proper plan. I heard of something called "Money" from others but that was foreign in both this place and the other places out in the desert. Here you got what you deserved. Be that some potatos or some bread, it didn't change the fact that if you were lower you would probably starve. Even farmers had it rough enough to sometimes keep their food in secret. I heard that it's punishable, but they really have no choice. As the higher ups are nothing else but pigs. Fat people that need cariages and take whatever they want. They took a friend of mine once... it was a girl called Jueles. We had this shity ball that we kicked from time to time or threw at eachother to entertain. But that ball is long gone ofcourse, as it's laying flat on the floor of my small room. 

My room held nothing at all except that very ball. I carved a small storage but ultimately there is nothing in there of note worthyness. Except a small rock i carved into a body of a girl. Yes it was Jueles, but at the time i was 4. So i consider it a good thing that i made it. With it i can never forget her pretty face. She was a slave like me, but never had to do hard work. But she was taken by a soldier so she lived a bit better then i am. I hope so atleast...

Her grandma works as a foreseeër. She forsees futures! Though she is super old and is half blind so i wouldn't trust anything she sees. Though i have been told that she is better then you would expect. She offered me to see me, but ultimatly i declined because i didn't  want to trouble her. She is old, and had lost her daughter and her grandchild recently so i wouldn't want to bother her at all.

My mother has had a reading by her, and told me that it is far more acurate then you would think, but honestly... i just discarded it. I was far too tired myself to think of some reading that might not be true. I know that false hope is something you can't have, as i had false hope that Jueles and i could play around for a little longer. I was 6 when the soldier took her, and my mother still wories for her aswell. I do more though, as i try my best to train myself to become a soldier. Becoming a soldier is uncommon for a slave but if there is even a slight chance... There are also incredibly rare mages. I heard from my mother that the granny was one, but honestly they are so rare that it's useless to think that some granny could have been one. After all, she was a slave herself that now lives off food gotten from whomever is dumb enough to take her readings. I don't mean to disrespect her, but truly, i have given up on magic itself. It's just a fairy tale, and i know deep in my heart that becoming a soldier is aswell.

I used to be kind, but now i am cold and distant. I really am only doing as such because i hate myself. Why was i born as a slave? And who says that i am the one that should suffer? Because it's not just that i am suffering because of Jueles' absency. It's also because of the fact that my race lives up to 400. Yes, 400 years of dirty slave work. My dad simply killed himself because of the burden. But my mother is human, so she is "Lucky". I am half demon and half human as such. Truly, my father would live to 600. So after birthing me i guess he just said "Fuck all" and went and killed himself. My mother never blames him, and instead praises him. Because following my mothers words he had wondered this world for far longer then most. I would guess 200 years before he met my mother. In that case 200 years of slave work and the knowing that he would outlive his wife would make me kill myself aswell. It's still a sad tale. But i don't care for it. 

I don't care for anything anymore. I don't wish for anything neither, because i know it will be unanswered. Just a shell wondering this world and living for the pure sake of keeping my mom companie. After she dies, i might aswell kill myself aswell. And i know she will die soon as she is constantly huffing and puffing. She is overworked, sick and is so tired she just sits on the stone bed and then slowly lies down giving one last puff before sleeping almost instantly. It's another sad tale but if it isn't this day it's the other. My mother will die before i even become 8. I am well aware of this world and it's dark secrets. Hard working people like me and my mom die under the hard boulders we carry for those fat fucks. One can only get crushed and give the load to  another until that person dies aswell and does the same. Until the very bloodline ends slowly. Who knows how many people were before me, all i know is that i will be the one to end it. It's been enough. Truthfully, i love this world. I want to see more. But that's only a pipe dream. But i know that that will never happen and that is likely why i am so teribly sad and never even cracked a smile after Jueles left. Perhaps i am too obsessed, but that's just how i am.

"Hey kid! Get here for your mark of today and your done! But tomorow i expect just as much work to be done!"

Ah... i am done for the day. Got lost in thoughts...

"K... thanks..."

"You best be thankfull!"

Old geezer... fuck you... die

The man marked a peace of paper that i had colected before from him and then told me to get just 3 potatos. Potatos were my job. Bread was my mothers. The papers were only to allow people that needed to do certain jobs to be allowed in certain areas with, normally, guards. Ofcourse that wasn't in my case, but it was orthodox to do it anyway.

I returned home and cut the potatos. My mom later came in with some bread and salt for some salty water. It added slight flavour to some water and made the hard bread chewable. 

"Thanks mom"

"You too"

And we ate in silence and slept through that day. Tomorrow was going to be another day like this one. There WAS never any variety. We slept well that day, but what was "Well" anyway. 6 hours of sleep was reasonably good for us. So let's pray... Pray that everything will be well. Pray that my mother may survive another day. And pray that i see Jueles again some day.