"Speed this up, I don't have all day." The voice of the overseer filled the warehouse.
The entire wagon shook as a person, a woman with short dark hair climbed on top of Alexandre's cage.
That's where it was. He said to himself feeling stupid while staring at the metal cylinders on the top of the cage. Instinctively his hand reached out toward the exit only to be jerked back by the chain keeping him seated on the hard floor. The woman took much more time than he would expect in unlocking the cage appearing to be fumbling with the key. Having nothing better to do, Alexandre panned his head around searching his surroundings for information.
An army of workers all wearing padded leather armour buzzed around the twelve wagons parked in a depression resembling dockworkers busy with unloading cargo. In the midst of the chaos, his eyes keenly searched for Claire in the many cages he could see but from where he was, he couldn't see much.
In this grim situation filled with screams of those with faster-working jailors, he appeared to be one of the lucky ones given that he didn't have to share a cell unlike some who were packed like sardines.
Still bound and with the lock to the chain inside the cage, the Senchor wondered how the slavers would begin to unlock him. He didn't plan on fighting them, it would be a waste of stamina he needed to escape to try to make a run for it in the one place the slavers expected it the most.
"Pa, this one has attachment worn off." The woman raised her head and spoke to the grey-haired man crouching in a different cage.
"What about the reserve handles?" Finished with whatever they were doing with the top of the cages, the short man hopped on the metal above Alexandre.
"Yes, but can you see this? It's rusted all the way through."
"Yeah, those cables look like they could snap at any moment," The man pulled a red-brown rope causing rusty flakes to rain down on the Senchor. The awfully large cylinder he thought were hinges turned out to be used in storing metal rope making the thief bewildered again on how will he be freed from the tiny metal prison. "We will have to ask the mage nicely to put this on a pulley.
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With this Alexandre lost sight of the man as he jumped off making the entire wagon shake back and forward leaving the young woman who quickly leapt onto the neighbouring cage.
The time seemed to pass slower than usual as the Senchor scion waited for something to happen. The people walked around the cages and enough time passed that even the screams died down replaced by the choir of footsteps.
"Whoa!" His body swung forward as the cage next to him, containing an unconscious man lifted upwards, its metal glowing with hot red light revealing the runes going through the bars.
"Where do they get the energy to scream like that?" Alexandre asked himself as lamenting screams filled the shipping area once again. The cages are slowly being levitated over to the roofed corner of the cargo hall.
Eventually, the metal under Alexandre pushed against him as a group of men navigated it onto a slab of wood with four wheels before using it to wheel him towards others.
"Claire!" He shouted toward the unloaded slaves still hoping to hear his sister's voice.
"Put him down and begin the attitude test." The overseer ordered the man to push Alexandre's cage.
Without unloading him from the loader the slavers finally showed why they hadn't let anyone from their cages as they lifted planks of wood and built them up forming a wall around the captured. Expectedly people began to pound on their metal confines begging, shouting, cursing and wailing until the last cusp of light was nailed down leaving them with only themselves.
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POV Change
In a rotted hamlet, an eyeless statue of a dragon defiled and headless began to shake. Possessed by some supernatural force the wooden idol hovered over the wooden planks, sending splinters crashing against the walls as the light the colour of pigeon feathers began to shine through the word Lengos carved into its wooden body.
"Behold... my glory, mortals. For I, Fiikhindqah... the Timeless... awaken to fulfil... my Legos," An ethereal voice boomed from the centre of the grey ball which hung a man's height above the ground. "Where is my awakener?" Befuddled the voice quietened down before a lizard's head emerged from the light. "Oh, great now I have to find whoever owned the statue before finally I can set myself free."
All the power of the voice disappeared as the room dimmed until coming back to the dark twilight of before.
"They couldn't have died on me like this seeing how the jewel hadn't TP'ed back into this noggin of yours and I was summoned... Damn that Hero for not making a better working curse. At least upgrade it so I know where the guy I'm meant to give wishes to." The Dragonoid kicked the statue of the mighty True Dragon before swivelling its head around its surroundings. The winged lizard resembled a larger version of a gecko but with wings folded on its long snake-like back.
A series of taps followed each time the greyish Dragonoid moved from one side of the house to another with incredible speed, leaving only a pale shadow behind.
"Another cycle?" The dragon poked its tongue out of its mouth and licked it as instead of staring at a lush forest his neck bent backwords trying to fit the entirety of the glowing mountain in one eyeful.