The Slave

Will

description: slavery has been outlawed in Araluen; however, there are still those few that own them, and of course there are illegal slave traders. what happens when King Duncan and his group come upon a young slave that has them all falling in love with him, even the emotionless Halt? a young slave has somehow found himself to be the company of the king and some of his men, what will happen to him? and just exactly who it this slave?

warning: punishment of slave, mentions of inappropriate touching, blood, memories, beatings, and so on. ALMOST RAPE!

disclaimer: all known characters belong to author, John Flanagan! not me!

Will's POV

I groaned softly as I came back to the land of the living: only to freeze when I noticed that I am no longer in a coffin, but that I'm on a blanket. I quickly control my breathing so it will seem as if I'm merely sleeping, then take in my surroundings. I'm lying on my stomach on a blanket, and it's definitely nighttime; however, I can see the glow and feel the heat of a near by fire. next, I realize that I am naked under a blanket, and that bandages are wrapped around my torso. hearing voices, I strain my ears to hear what's being said.

"... blood, but if we can get some broth and water into him he should make a full recovery. those men were slavers, that boy has been made into a slave, I don't know for how long, or if he's been broken, but all we can do now if help him and hope we can show him he's not a slave."

I exhale softly as I realize that these men want to help me, and not sell me themselves. and after smelling the food, I decide to let them know that I'm alive. so taking a deep breath, I slowly get to my feet without anyone noticing. I wrap the blanket around me to hide my nakedness, and then spoke the first words that came to mind. "I belong to no man".

seconds later all but one man around the fire are on their feet with weapons drawn and pointed right at me. I freeze and just look at them all, but mostly at the little man that stands in the front, and the man that still hadn't risen. the man at the front in wearing one of those weird molted cloaks, and he has the bow and knifes of a ranger, so it is easy for me to amuse that he is a ranger. however, taking in his hair, beard, height, and build, it is easy for me to recognize him from my fathers stories, this is The Ranger Halt. I turn my gaze to the man leaning against the log, and with his blond hair and blue eyes, it is easy to recognize him as King Duncan, the king of Araluen. as soon as I realize this, and begin to lower myself to my knees before my king, but he seems to realize what I'm doing.

"Stop, you're injured young man you should not me standing let alone bowing. come. sit." King Duncan gestured towards the stop beside him, and slowly I rise again and slowly walk to him, before lowering myself to the ground beside my King. "what is your name young man?"

"W...W..Will my lord." I said softly, it is all I could say because my throat hurt so bad from screaming and having Johns cock shoved down my throat. With thoughts of John came a new fear, and I quickly began looking around for him and Allen. King Duncan noticed, and I felt his hand on my shoulder, my head jerking towards him fast enough to see the sadness in his eyes when I flinched away from his touch.

"your captures are dead Will. my men killed them." King Duncan said softly, I nodded to show that I had heard him. I felt someone moving towards me and turned my head to see a young man that was about my age offering me a bowl of broth. thankful, I smiled softly at him and took the bowl in my hands as he sat beside me. I begin to sip at the broth, knowing that I couldn't go fast because it has been five days since I've eaten. as if sensing my thoughts, King Duncan asked me how long it has been since I've had anything I eat, and I hold up five fingers, he nods. I continue to sip at the broth until it is gone. my eyes become heavy, and next thing I know I'm leaning against the other boys shoulder, fast asleep.