The air around me smells like moulded cheese and piss, the cold iron bars dig against my tender flesh as I massage the swollen slave brand. "Wake up you miserable brats, today's your lucky day" I hear a grunt voice bellow.

(An hooded silhouette walks towards us, footsteps like a dancing nightingale in the autumn wind. Pita pata.) 

"Are these all you have?"

"Yes sir'ah, fresh of the boat from Calabar, fine pieces if I were to say so me self."

"Healthy?"

"As a landlubber can get, arrived this mornin, premium stock ain't none one touched the lasses yer has me word sir'ah"

(The man lifts his head, the morning rays reflects off his face revealing a pair of eyes dark as night itself. He takes out a gold coin tossing it to the merchant.)

"Sir'ah..thi"

"Pack em up I'll take them all"

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"Ri...right away sir'ah"

(The merchant stumbles as he hands the keys to the man, he looks up and down hoping to remember every detail, ensuring he will never forget his figure. -A voice pulls him back into reality-)

"Good carriage! I'll take it..."

(The merchant watches helplessly as the Man disappears along with a carriage full of slaves.)

(Endless chatter fills the carriage. Blessed by sipher eleven goddess of the wind the excited voices of children permeates into the surroundings.)

"Who is this man?"

"I reckon he's a noble..didn't you see that gold coin? Never seen one in me life."

"Noble? What bullsh#t didn't you see his eyes?...have you seen a noble with charcoal eyes?...he's got to be those demon kin from the east"

"Gasp..yo..u mean those demon kin?...The ones loved by Nor the goddess of darkness?"

"Aye...ive seen one before, hair and eyes like the night"

"Shh...let's not speak...what if he hears us...I heard that demon kin loves to torture sick and weak people by stabbing iron rods into them..."

(Yet the children's chatter were not doused, like adding wood to fire the conversation became more and more exaggerated...)

"Hey Jacque what do you think?" 

(Curled in the corner, a small boy lifts his head, ponders, and says a phrase that immediately doused the flames.)

"Why did he buy us?"

(Outside the carriage, sitting on the drivers set, a strange glint can be seen from the man's eyes...Good seeding...He sighs, looks into the horizon and mumbles)

"Maybe...no...it must work...it has to."

(And so it begins...The dawn of a new age...from the mumbles of a madman)

Prologue end