You Make Me Wanna Stay

Abandon

"This is the worst thing we could ever do!" A voice hissed as some one knelt down beside a door, then set a basket down before placing an infant inside the basket, looking into her bright eyes that shone with tears as she whimpered when she was moved away from the warms of her mother, she smile softly and kisses the child on her head before wrapping the scarf around her head, stroking her cheek one last time before she placed a lid over the basket, to keep the sand out if the wind started blowing around, then she stood up to address the man, her face changing and showing pure anger, not the loving mother that the child had known briefly, "This is the best thing we can do for her, right now! Staying with us, she would barely survive, she would hold us back. What is worse, is giving her to Fuhsi, we need to tell him that we lost the baby." She said as she looked the man in the eye, seeing heart break all over his face because he knew what she said was true.

"She doesn't even have a name." And his voice cracked just slightly as he wished he could give her a name and hold her close, but he couldn't ever take care of her, protect her... and he felt so much regret because of that, the woman took a hold of his hand and shook her head, "It's better that way." Then she let go of his hand and turned away, starting to walk off without taking a look back, it would break her heart to turn around and listen to the saddened whimpers of their child.

The man went to the door that the basket was placed at, then he gave a sharp couple of knocks after he had looked down at the infant's basket, and he wanted nothing more to say her name and make it official. But she was right, it would only hurt more to give her a name that she will never know. The man sighed sadly as he then pulled up the scarf to cover his nose and mouth as the wind started to blow harder, the sand kicking up and swirling around, soon providing cover for the two people as they went to get back on their ship, only to return to Fuhsi to tell him that the child was born stillborn. There was no way that they'd be able to see her again, not in the future, who they were, would put a price on their dear child's head.

It was better to know that she was alive and not see her, than to know she was dead and see her. They both knew it was better if they didn't touch her, which was surprisingly easy for the mother, but her father regretted every step he took, regretted not looking back and praying that she would be well taken care of, and just maybe... if the gods allowed, for him to see her in the future, even from a distance... he prayed that he would see her.

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After a few seconds of the wind howling, the sands whisping around and the baby whimpering, as she was completely alone and without warmth, in a strange dark place... there was the sound of the doors unlocking, and a light shone from above her, through the holes of the basket, and she whimpered a little bit louder because she was afraid and she didn't know what was going on. She didn't like the noise and she wanted to be held close in someone's arms, she wanted to be comforted, she assumed that if she got louder, she would be taken care of.

Thankfully, something moved forward and cautiously lifted the basket up, pulling it into the light. The howling of the wind died down and there was just something comforting about the place she was inside, a voice spoke, the tone sounding troubled, but it was a light voice, it had a soothing effect on the child, making her eyes droop slightly as if she was going to fall back into a seamless dreamless slumber.

The lid of the basket opened, bringing with it brightness from the room she was in, and the child whined uncomfortably, then wrestling her tiny hand from the blanket she was wrapped up in and tried to block the light, her blue eyes squinting closed.

"Oh... a child." The woman said as she walked over to the man, a silken coat draped off of her naked form, she stood beside the man, who was only wearing loose trousers, he looked genuinely annoyed as he started down at it, couldn't be more than a day-or-so old. He couldn't possibly keep this child, he had work to do, work that didn't require children, he'd just...

"I cannot possibly deal with a child, my work does not permit it!" He half snapped as he glared down at the baby, watching as it's face started to twist up into a sadder expression, "Look, you made it cry." The woman chided as she moved the man away to pick up the infant and hold it close, all wrapped up in it's dark red blankets with a little scarf around its head, there was a pendant around its neck that had a rather familiar symbol on it, but the woman couldn't place it as she held the child against her chest and started go bounce it up and down, humming softly to get its to calm down, the soft whimpers soon fading away into coos of happiness from being held close, the very thing she had desired all along. And it was because of fussing.

"You can't just turn it out again, something could get it, something far worse." The woman said, trying to change this man's mind, he didn't look convinced. Since the scowl on his face deepened as he scornfully looked at the child she held and then to her face, silent for a couple of seconds before saying; "As if nothing is worse than a mercenary."

"Only if you turn her out again." The woman replied, now walking around the man's room, still patting the baby, of course she would love to keep it. But not unless her master allowed it to be so, which, secretly, she was praying that he would allow her to keep the child and raise it.

He seemed to be in deep thought, looking out toward the window as the sand blew around, if he were to keep in, then she would be required to take care of it. What harm could the child do? It would fuss a bit, but when it was older, he could use it as a slave and if you taught it right... then it would be a perfect slave. Perhaps he could train it to be one of the best slaves and then sell it for a high price, to gain money... more money...

And what a thought that seemed! Years from now, he could be the richest mercenary ever, and... he wouldn't have to be a mercenary if he got that rich. Just thinking about all the units he would have, made a grin spread on his face as he looked to his woman before approaching her and setting a hand on her other shoulder, turning her to face him. A slight smile was on his face, it wasn't a genuine one, it was one full of greed and evilness. She no longer minded the look, she was used to it by now, as long as he profited, she was still kept alive and fed.

"I have chosen to keep the child, to raise it as a slave. Well, you'll be the one who is raising it, I'll just profit." He said, still, the grin on his face and all the fortune he could possibly have in his mind.

The woman sighed softly as she placed a gentle hand on the baby's head, "Very well, I will have to go and get the proper supplies for it, tomorrow." He gave a curt nod before letting go of her and walking back over to the basket, where they were going to keep the child for tonight, also, tomorrow she would have to choose a name for the infant, once she discovered it's gender.

She walked over the basket and set the child down, looking at the bright blue eyes once more, then letting her eyes travel down to the symbol on the pendant, wondering what it meant and if she had to keep it away from the child, maybe... maybe not.

For now, they would just let the infant sleep where it was, while the two of them decided to head back to sleep, the mood was now killed and it was high time to slumber, they would have an extremely long day ahead of them.