The wind blew threw my messy hair and my clothes flutter along with it.

It's late in the afternoon where I can see the peachy sunset,  it's humid which causes the afternoon heat to be exhausting.

With a bandage covering one hand and scar over my shoulder, sweat profusely slid down my body, reflecting the rays of sunlight. How long was is since I was able to see the light of day? 5 years?  10 years?

I don't know..

Being inside the mining facility constantly hacking away precious stones was my job, hobby, and activity to pass time.

That's all I could do...

After all I'm a slave.

I wasn't a slave all my life, at the beginning at least. Between the age of 1 - 10  I was like any other ordinary child: I had a loving family, a house,  and even a small pet. However happy things in this dog eat dog world would never last long,  well if you don't have status or strength that is.

A married couple could be in love with each other for years and in a blink it could be ruined by noble who took fancy of your wife or probably even the husband.  Without strength you could only be similar to a mole and hide away from the people who do have status and strength.

*Cough* *Cough*

Ah... My throat so dry I need water... Oh yeah there isn't any water.

Ahhh... Continue on with what I was saying, without strength you life is basically like an ongoing tragedy without any many.  Yes there are some lucky people who lived there lives peacefully without any interference but that probably in percentage would be around  10 - 15% which isn't a whole lot.

*Cough*

If you didn't already know already (which you should know) I wasn't one of those lucky people obviously since I got this 12 year old tattoo and chains on me.

One must know how did I get this things on me?

It's simple really,  when I was about the age of 10 - 11 a bandit group more like an organization plunder out village with the intent of savaging our women, gold,  and territory.

But things didn't go as they plan it to.  Our village was a warrior village who lived for war  and honor. We live and die as a warrior at that time I didn't know what it meant to die as a warrior but know I do how ever I long since be devoted from being a warrior since I'm the one and only slave from our village.

Where is the others?

They lived and died as a "warrior"!

The bandits attack our village but swallow more than they bargain for,  our protectors (all the men in the village) put up a good fight with bandits killing almost 300 of them out about 450.  But of course in the end  all the men died and when the surviving bandits was going to celebrate with wine and women they had truly became furious.

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Because the weren't no women to celebrate with.

The women lived and died as a warrior,  they committed suicide when they knew about the end result of the raid.  Not only that but they killed there children as well but how come I'm alive?

Well when mother tried to convince me to commit suicide with words such as " for a warrior's honor" I didn't understand her meaning but I knew I was going to died and I didn't want to die therefore I ran away from her as far as possible.

However of course I was caught by the bandits and when they saw my mother they face was full of lust I mean all 150 of them like a pack of wolves surrounding a petite rabbit,  but once again they was furious when she committed suicide right in front them.  I can still remember her face when she look at me before she took her last breath,  it was full of loving affections and also regret,  regret of leaving her son behind in this cruel world.

*Cough* *Cough*

Well mom I should be joining you soon...

I caught a rare disease when I was mining down underground and was a danger hazard towards the other slaves. I was going to be killed then and there when they found out about my disease but I was temporarily saved by the slaves owner 19 year old daughter.

She told them that if I was killed in there then most likely the disease I caught would be airborne there,  so because of her I'm know above ground with a messy appearance looking as if I hadn't been groom in years which is true.

Now in the middle of the forest where I can hear the growls of the beast and singing of the birds adding to movement of the wind along grass, trees and bushes with a quivering sword touching my right should as I stood here accumulating all things within my last seconds.

I sigh and coughed once again

"Are you ready? " A quivering woman voice sounded behind me.  This is of course the owner's daughter,  she is also the one with quivering sword in her hand.

It seems like this will be her first kill.

Heh... At least I won't be forgotten in this world, I would be remember in her nightmares to come.

I cough again. "Yeah" (Do I have a choice?)

And with that a second pass before I see the sky coming closer to me then running farther back.  I don't feel anything, I can't hear anything,  why is my vision becoming black?

Is this death?