I long the days of peace, the moments of calmness. Those days when I were not oblidged to look over my shoulder, in case a knife came flying by. People fear me. People knew they had better not lay a finger upon me, lest it would be eradicated from its root. Though now, new enemies arose, powerful and proud, vexing pathetic excuse of mannish intelligence. I speak of Slavers.
I must admit, the cunning of such pathetic existences overcomes all that I had estimated so far. The maggot Tygus appears to be still alive. I found Redain, and was sent to the Lair of the Infiltrators, to find His ugly face and the woman who held the imaginary chains around his neck, the slaver-lord Aedia. Redain lashed at her, being, and rightfully so, a desperate mother, whose twin infants have been taken from, to be brought up as servants, at the most positive of scenarios. To be treated as animals for life. I would only wish it to my worst of rivals.
I often realiste it when I wonder, why I even Bother to involve myself. Yet, I would be less of a man if I refused aid to the individual who has rid much burden from my shoulders. I no longer regret for my old, criminal act, due to the helpful the words of this woman. I do not have regrets. My spirit is free.
My former freedom in matter however, did not last quite as long as I had expected.
Whilst the two fought, I took the opportunity to press the wounded man for an answer. Tygus were on the floor, and I threatened him, unless he would reveal the position of the almost newborns, I would do much worse. Even through the frailty of his body and the lack of strength, due to our last meeting, he knew I underrestimated him. I did not expect that Tygus would dare stab me.
The lamp rolled from my hand and burned the street. I watched its light go off, together with my pain and awareness. Darkness.
And then lockup.
At what seemed to me to be a moment after, yet in truth I estimate a day, my first sight were Redain chained next to me. I could not stand...I could not move much either, as we shared the same luck. It was a matter of time before Tygus would decide to damage either or each of us, and I knew it...She might have known it as well, despite she would refuse to believe it. I began to dispair after the first signs of illness, not only to her, though to me as well. That situation... I could recall aught simillar. A time unpleasant, long, and practically impossible to abscond from.
They would let us starve and thirst to death, if not the early rooting disease upon us. Once Aedia were out of the room, Partallion would initiate his ‘games’. That is..after some days of recovery from his part. Once, he even brought a decaying body, and butchered it before us, murdering our morale thusly. Redain, or ‘Caspier’ as Aedia named her, were not drugged this time. For Aedia did not estimaate the dozes correctly, for Redain to be disoriented during the entire day. Yet, perhaps it were intentional. She was clearly terrified. And I do not hide that I were shocked myself. Not for the gruesome sight, I have been trained to grow used to such. I knew trhough clearly to whom it belonged.
I pity friend Gilderoy’s fate still. I saw him. I see things. I hear things. I do not know certanly, what is reality and what a lie. Yet another light.
I shan’t write further on this.
Delusions strike me every so often, though I am powerless against them. I do not know, whether what Tygus did belongs to this realm. I shan’t realise I assume. Until he finds me.
Or until I do.
To put an end to his miserable existence.
I shall reside in the Pony for the moment, I am in no shape to deal with them.
I managed to escape, though not without a cost. I watched Redain be beaten, and taken away to be violated, as the Partallion scum indicated. And even though I traded Aedia’s life for my lack of chains, I were forced to disobey my promise. To leave the young ones behind. Yet I am thankful, to at least be alive to tell the tale. Yet Aedia's second servant in Partallion's absence, whose name I never caught, who stood to block the way outside my prison, I swore to myself would pay...one way or another.
I took the chance to wind up the chainmail girdled “man”, byt speaking the truth, of him being a manipulated pawn, a victim into the cunning slaver-woman’s claws. He would not take it, insisting he ha dplans of his own, eventually challenging me to see whether he would manage to humilliate or damage me. So I did what I could do best, to kill the light of the fireplace, disorient, confuse.
Paralyze...
Cut...remove...Render him useless...
For the best of me, my future family. The safety of my beloved. Myself.
I shan’t hesitate to repeat myself, should peril reach us a second time.
