Unwanted News

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Weeks passed as I saw more and more of my fellow slaves leave the cells and never come back. The orc across from my cell never said much, he was dragged out of his cell and unlike the others he would come back. The sounds of shouting and swords clashing made me come to the conclusion that someone was making these people fight and most where dying. For every passing day I would think of how I would probably be next one out there. When they run out of strong looking men surely they will use me before the elderly.

On a day like any other we had an unexpected visitor, our owner, our master Llenorio. He started walking through the cells inspecting them and speaking almost as a wisper to other men next to him dress in what looked like noble atire. I remember thinking of how they where probably talking about how they just kept on loosing slaves. Then just as Llenorio was about to pass my cell, he stopped. He looked at me with wonder and amazement. I remember him telling the other men with him "I want him prepared and trained for the arena. I need him to be treated well, he will be a valuable asset." The men started bickering almost immidiatly. One of the men a some what scared and desgusted looking man dictated that no profit would come from training a weak child like me. The words of Llenorio shook me well that day as i had gotten a feeling that he knew something about me that even i was not aware of "A more capable and stronger fighter than him are few to come by. Two things will happen, either he will crumble upon his destiny or trymph above all odds. But his yet a child so train him and train him well."

I remember sitting in that musky horrid cell thinking to myself, "what does he know about me? and why is he so sure? who is he?" Then just as he was about to return to what ever he might had been doing before, he looked at the orc and the grizzled warrior just nodded. 

Llenorio leaves with his peers and shortly after without time to collect my toughts from those current events, walks in that ass looking man, Raman the toy keeper. He walked towards my cell without even a glance at anyone else. He started talking to me and his pressence was different this time, sinnister and evil i could feel it radiating from him. Before i could zone in to hear his words the orc makes a light gesture and i ever so slightly look in his dirrection. again without been heard he spoke, his lips read "I will protect you." Raman notices our eye contact and rushes to the orcs cell and kicks the bars. "Do not interupt our conversation you beast. Do i need to teach you manners again?" they are making eye contact and the orcs head bows. "There thats what i thought." Raman looked back at me "me and you, we are going to have so much fun...since ill be training you from now on."

he had left almost as easy as those words entered and rattled my head. that sick demented man was in charge of me. I couldnt help but shake in fear. I looked up and the orc was again meeting me eyes "ill protect you" his lips read.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 10, 2023 ⏰

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