Welcome back everyone. This has nothing to do with the Scott movie but there will be quite a bit of allusions to the Fast novel Spartacus once we get to the arena. I felt that out of all the Evabon Gard and Balor were the ones getting the most character development. This story is for Zuvowang who I originally envisioned as being this really fun guy who enjoyed fighting that will make the Evabon antagonists of this story a dark reflection of Zuvowang. Enjoy and review.
A Disease called Slavery
The Valley of the Tombs was a place of peace. The fighter Zuvowang did not feel at home here. Occasionally, someone would come to steal from the tombs but it had been so long since he had last seen the ThunderCats. Where the ThunderCats went adventure followed! Ever since Sotark died Zuvowang had grown bored.
As Zuvowang sat beneath a statue of Antaeus Balor walked over to him. The child was… well, he just was. Balor had a few scars on him and bore a resemblance to Gard whom he was descended from.
"Zuvowang, what is slavery?"
"WHAT? Slavery? Didn't Gard tell you?"
"He said it was a disease but he never said what kind."
"Slavery is the practice of a system of owning of slaves." Zuvowang's answer didn't really help matters. Balor looked both confused and curious.
"What is a slave?" Zuvowang just looked up at the sky. He didn't like explaining this sort of thing to children! He didn't like explaining it to his own when he had been young! Why was Balor so curious?
"Balor, a slave is a person who is owned by another person." Zuvowang took a sip from a wooden goblet. "Now why do you ask?"
"Because a person like that who is badly hurt just arrived and I heard the word slavery so I asked Gard and when he told me it was a disease I looked for Dalv but he's so melancholy he didn't make any sense." Balor's explanation caused Zuvowang to cough in surprise.
"WHAT? WHERE?" Balor just pointed to the… front? Back? Anyway that was where Zuvowang was being directed and an either dead or unconscious person was being carried into the archives.
Within a heartbeat, Zuvowang jumped over to the archives. He ran in and there was… a lizard? Zuvowang blinked while Gard stood in a corner looking at the lizard with a strong memory of being hunted by all animals!
Zuvowang, the old athlete walked over to the lizard intent to know what had happened to her. "Who did you run away from?"
"Tass of New Thundera to the east… and his servant… Grubber." She coughed, not as Zuvowang had. Her lungs must have been… "They have lizards and evabon as slaves… we are used as servants, you are used as gladiators…" Instantly, Zuvowang's eyes lighted up? A tyrant using slaves for servants and sport? This was just the kind of adventure he was waiting for!
Zuvowang started dancing around and waving his arms around. There were many odd looks especially since the lizard has just died. "Oh, happy day! I'm going on an adventure! I'm going to fight a tyrant! I'm going to free slaves! Oh, happy day for me! Happy day for the Son of Ogier!"
Gard and the melancholy Dalv both watched with different looks. Dalv was flabbergasted! Absolutely flabbergasted! "He must be mad!"
"Merely enthusiastic! People like him don't handle long uneventful periods well." Gard let out a bored sigh. "I'm not getting involved." And with that Gard walked away. He was busy with something else.
Dalv just gave Zuvowang an uninterested look as he the old athlete left the archives. He wasn't enthusiastic, he was mad!
Zuvowang jumped to the top of the statue on Antaeus. He was laughing happily like a child! "I'M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE AGAIN!" And with that Zuvowang jumped out of the valley… however that last part was merely an exaggeration from Zuvowang's memoirs. He didn't as much jump out as jump onto a mount backwards which caused it to run out of the Valley of the Tombs.