Wherefore art thou?

by Cassius Longinus

Purpose. It was something he had always searched for and had always lacked. "Your soul seems to have been born into the wrong era, little one." She suggested as she regarded the youth. If that was the case, he would just have to wait for the right one. But that didn't mean he had to be idle... A shadow of a smile crept onto his lips; not that she could see it under his dark cowl.

What's in a Name?

"What is your name, child?"

Name?
He had none.
Slaves to be auctioned or sold were not given names; only numbers... prices, he figured.

"Don hab..."
The following silence was deafening.

The silver-skinned youth reflected...
His was eight-nineteen for eight-hundred nineteen gold pieces...
A very high price, he would later discover.
Too high to be reasonable...

Nearly a full minute had passed when the Lady spoke again,

"Well, I think you are old enough to decide on one for yourself..."

The silver-haired boy only nodded.
He knew what it meant.

It was time.