Author's Note: it's been awhile since I wrote this, but I managed to put it together. It took me a while and I'm sorry for the long delay and lack of activity, but hope you enjoy this story that me and a few friends worked on.
The father was shocked to hear such news, his son will be owned by an shriveled, old with the most money he could barter with. The carriage that the father was taken in was cramped, like the other he was stuck in. The thought of losing his son lingered in his mind, making the carriage ride seem to be years long.
A wheat farm. They arrive to their new life home and job, at a wheat farm. To claim the crops, wash them and deliver it to whatever bakery that buy it. The owner's maids came to the carriage to greet their new partners. The looks on their faces were of fear and a look a worry. The male Joraal walked out of the cramped carriage they were hauled in as their owner showed himself out of his beautiful house. "All thirty two of you are mine, you are to obey my words and heed them like so," the old man said. "Those of you that do not heed my words will have terrible actions done to you." The old man whipped his hand in the air as two of his guards carries a bare chested woman with bruises and blood marked on her skin. "She is but and example of what is to come." The Joraal started to seem scared. The father still had the same thought in mind. "She as stole food from us to feed her and the children she hid from the rest of us." All the maids looked away from her as her tears started stream down her scarred chest. "Her punishment is the pain of the gods, her loss of the remaining children and a lifetime of shame. We've whipped her, beaten, and the last thing we must do is to remind her of the shame." Two of his guards came to the woman with a bucket of cold water and a branding tool.
"Please, I've been reminded enough of my mistake!" the woman cried. "I do not deserve such pain for a petty crime!" One of the guards slapped her as she weeped those words. It was... Interesting to watch. What a man can do to punish a person of such a small theft, and for a good cause.
"Shut up, you wench!" the guard with the brand shouted. He ripped his glove from his left hand as flames grew from his finger. The Joraal have never seen such a thing. Most gasped as others shivered in fear. He held the brand on his hand until it was a bright red.
"I am sorry, Nancy, but this has to been done to cleanse yourself from whatever sins you try to commit in the future." The old man began to hide a smile on his face as his guards placed the branding tool on the right side of her face. I looked inside the mind of the old man and so nothing, but dark thoughts and a deep hole where his soul must me. No wander a man such as him would inflicted such pain on a poor soul such as her, a woman with three children, wanting nothing, but to take care of them.
The woman's screams engulfed the minds of the Joraal men they see three more carriages on their way towards the plantation. "You see the pain she endures, Khajas?" the old man asked. "Know that this could happen to you as well, but only worse."
The father almost couldn't bare this new lifestyle. Tears began to trickle down the fur on his face. He tried to look up, but he didn't want to have to see the face of this monster. Once he did he saw one of the maids place his child on his arms. The sheer angry he felt was so large, I didn't need to look through his mind to feel it. He ran towards the old man to steal back his son, but his single power could't take on the strength his two guards had. The guard with the branding tool grabbed the father's face with his flaming hand and scorched half his face and destroyed the vision in his right eye. The guard pushes him to the ground as he writhes in pain and says "Don't touch Mr. Higgans."
The guard put on his glove to cover his flaming hand and picked the father up by the arm and dragged him into an empty bunker for him to stay in until nightfall. "You see what you people are? Animals!" the old man shouted. "This is what to come to you people and be ensured that this is your last warning."
I could see the sadness in him. Khal`En was his name. How could I not remember? He was the interesting part of this entire story, yet the most tragic. I looked into his mind and found thoughts of his wife, Jera`Es. He started to balling his arms. I began to watch him as time lapsed for a moment.
It began to rain. The bunker started to fill with water as he sat in the corner. As soon as nightfall hit, the rain filled the bunker all the way to his neck as he sat in the same corner, think about his wife and son.
A sudden knock sounds near the latch in the bunker. The same guard who put him there thought it was time to set him out. "Khaja! It's time for your release!" He got up from the large the pond in the bunker and got out cold and wet. Shivering, his muscles seemed to be sore and worn. The guard placed a towel over him as he lead him towards a shack with clothes for him to change in. As he dried himself, he was give a full set of clothes: Cloth legs, a tunic and tattered cloth shoes. "Thank you," Khal`En said to the guard. He saw faith in this species he was taken by. Someone that could show kindness to him.
"You deserve the wound, Khaja," the guard said as he gave a cold stare at Khal`En. "We are not friends and neither is anyone else in this plantation. I am only doing this because I was told to."
The guard left as Khal`En's faith was destroyed by this human. He was thinking on giving up in life and end this nightmare. He walked outside of the shack, into the rain and heard an infant's cry. He looked towards where it sounded and found his son in a cradle behind an opened window. He walked towards the window and saw his son crying. It looked as if he looking into a mirror of his emotions.
He put his hand inside to comfort his son. He placed his hand on his chest and rubbed it gently. He began to sing a song in his native tongue, a song that his father sang to him when he felt sad or alone. His son's cries silenced as Khal`En began to smile. He took his hand off his son's chest and place it against his cheek. His son's smile began to reflect onto him as he began to fall asleep.
As he smile he heard a door open inside the room his son was in and saw a maid. She came to check on his son, but instead found the father doing that for her. She smile and placed her finger on her lips. Khal`En did the same thing and left to a cabin where he can sleep.