| The journey... | |||||
| He was seeking the way to his new home; she was the slave of the owner of the home, the slave of his blood brother. He seen her outside and ask her where his brothers home was located and if she could steer him in the right direction. she showed him entry as she studied the tall stunning Warrior, they talked and became friends, he brought his slave and made their home his home, he would serve as First Sword beside his brother the Ubar.
With loyalty and honor they each served their home, knowing always theirs must be only friendship and no more. Their close bond was there set for all of time, a love not allowed to form, until one faithful day... A home is only as strong as the ones that reside within the hallowed walls, no matter how hard or how deep the desire to make it work it can not stand if there is not harmony among the members within the walls. There was no harmony in the home, tension built, words were spoken that could never be retrieved, the walls begun to crumble. There were those in the home that worried about things that were not important, wanted to be the most important, to be seen, desired, to be noticed. Competition and uncertainty was the ultimate downfall of the home, the girl was never certain where she stood with her Master any longer, she knew there were those who wanted her removed from the home, from his collar, from his side, she tried to explain her worries and in the end she seem to be as lost to all the turmoil as those that worked to cause it. Her Master did not see what she did, he wanted things to work, to be at peace yet she never felt the peace he desired. Her Master only wanted what was best for her, he loved her, desired only her happiness, but his heart was within the walls now crumbling, he wanted the home to grow, to protect his country, it was what was in his blood. He was a Warrior among Warriors; there were none that could best him. He stood tall, watched her lose faith, hope, and the desire of a kajira, she worked long to be what he wanted, but in the end it would not be enough. she begged release, to leave forever, he did not grant it, she spoke as a slave should speak to her Master, she was wrong, she knew she was wrong but she felt it was the only way out for them all. At one point she finally ask to be killed, to release him and her from the horrible pain she felt responsible for, she was punished, then thrown into the dungeon to think about her sins, all along her friend, his brother watched on with heavy heart. |
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