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8 | The Birth of Byron

FALDREY

It had been two months since he was taken into this foreign castle, in this foreign land. After taking over a month to fully recuperate, Faldrey barely spoke but he observed quite beautifully.

He spent a month in a servant bed-chamber at the far end of the servant's quarters, getting regular visits from the person he took to be the healer of this tribe. But the healer couldn't heal him as quickly and efficiently as the healers of his tribe would, Faldrey then realised he was no healer. He was just some medical personnel without healing abilities.

He had only two very regular guests during this period of time; the medical personnel, who always brought with him bitter herbs, mixtures and new casts for his wounds, and the the servant girl who brought food for him at the appropriate time.

One of these guests became someone Faldrey started looking forward to their visits, the servant girl who Faldrey found out her name to be Aphrodite. She'd randomly started a conversation with him one faithful evening she brought him his dinner. Since then they'd been talking and they gradually became friends. She was a nice Dakyre from the Green Stoichi Tribe and just like Faldrey, she was reserved as replenishment for the Mage when the time was due.

The wooden door to his quite eerily dark room creaked open, revealing a beaming Aphrodite with a tray.

"Dinner," she announced, placing the tray on the wooden stool, the only other thing in the room except the small sized iron bed with a poorly layered mattress.

Faldrey opened his eyes, a smile forming on his lips when he saw who it was.

"Aphrodite." He muttered, sitting up on his bed.

"Mhmm," she hummed, sitting beside him and squeezing the thigh close to her. "How're you feeling now?"

"Not like a dead person anymore, that's for sure," Faldrey joked.

Despite being through all that hardship, Faldrey still had his gleeful boy spirit. He claimed it would take a lot more to break him. The uncanny voice of the Mage who tried rummaging through his memories flashed through his thoughts, carrying the words; his spirit is broken.

Faldrey's spirit was not broken, it was far from being broken. But his trust in everyone else was. The only person he could imagine himself putting his trust in was Aphrodite, but then everyone would find Aphrodite trustworthy.

He was surrounded by Fire Dakyres, hell, he was in the very heart of their land; the castle of the Tal Dane. It was expected of Faldrey to be apprehensive. His prayer was answered so maybe, just maybe, Zaal hadn't forsaken him. He hadn't been feeling his Stoichi flow lately but he brushed it off, guising it behind the fact that he just bounced back from a near death experience.

Aphrodite was the only person he'd said complete sentences to since he was taken into the castle.

"That's a good thing, because the Young Mistress ordered you commence your maid servant duties tomorrow. She complains to have waited too long already."

Faldrey stared at her bright green eyes, which still achieved its glow despite the dim room which was lit by only an inferior candle stick.

"She calls you 'her prize'," Aphrodite quoted the Young Mistress.

"Oh," Faldrey felt a pang of sadness but he brushed it aside. "So that means today is the last day of my royal life experience. No more beautiful servant girl to bring me my food," he smirked at Aphrodite who blushed a bit.

"I could continue serving you after you leave here, if you like." She coiled a few strands of her silky, coral red hair around her index finger timidly, while avoiding Faldrey's gaze.