Slave
By MelG
Disclaimer- it isn't mine. Come on, you didn't really think it was did you? Everything mentioned in this story from Baldur's Gate 2 belongs to Bioware and whoever else was involved in the game. That ain't me. Esla is mine though, not that she can exactly be counted as a character. More a name.
A/N- another very short story I wrote for a topic on another website. I thought I might as well put it up here too. It's written from the point of view of Hendak from the Copper Coronet, but it doesn't really have to be, it could be anyone there.
Slave. An abominable word, filled with shame and hatred. Yet it is the name I bear amongst those who do not share it.
It was not always so. Once my name was respected. I was born the son of the leader of one of the barbarian clans of Icewind Dale. I should have inherited my father's legacy. Then they came. Slavers. They attacked my father's clan. Only their filthy mages allowed them the victory. A sleep spell can take down even the best of warriors.
That was how I was captured. One moment I was fighting for my life, then blackness came. Then I was shackled to a wall by cold chains and my wife lay crying at my feet.
So I entered Lehtinan's 'employ'. Forced to fight for the amusement of the gathered 'nobles'. How I wish they were here in my place. How I wish they had been forced to hear their wife's dying screams while helpless to save her.
Once I fought to survive long enough to escape and return home with my Esla. Now, I still fight to survive but only long enough to kill the fiend who cost Esla her life.
Now I fight, and live, for vengeance.
A/N- like it? Hate it? Feel free to tell me, I'm a big girl, I can take it.