Creeping back to my hiding place I stop at the sound of rushing wind. I leap back as something crash's through a wall in front of me. Guessing somthing was thrown at me I run past the splintered wood deeper into the dark. A hand grabs one of my chains then I felt a full wave of fear as I'm dragged into the air.
As I look up I see what many would say was beauty of a goddess but all I saw was gilded demon with a scowl. All it took was a glance at my face and she growled and ripped my new lock. With a furious roar I swiped and the flying shedevil sending her to the grim filled ground. As I landed I took off into a sprint into one of the ruins looking to hide.
A cloth bench proves to be a good hiding place if turned over, weird thing that. I hear the sounds of a wild beast crash near me and out into the street. It would be Paramount to wait now. The it bleed out for a the time being.
After the cloth bench has been thoroughly rubbed I creep back to the alleys. I make it back to my hiding place before long and see many kids leaving. Now that I have some time to delve into the dark thoughts of my mind I think about the shear amount of everything around me.
The amount of buildings and alive people make me think this is a dream. The amount of time to build all of them would take generations of slaves to build. Just thinking about the amount of slattered animals to feed them makes me salivate.
As I'm wiping my mouth I notice the building is clearing up of people. Before going back to my hiding spot I think about why so many people come here just to leave this early in the day. They couldn't be working if it's such a small time. Could it be a place of worship? I just its nothing harmful like rasing dead or sitting traps. Whatever it is I must find out to see if I need to move again. No sense to dig in if this place is a bomb waiting to get kicked. Aways fun to crawl home said no one.
Climbing back through the window I see one of the doors are left open. Hit with the curious cat I creep to the open door. Not hearing any noise I risk looking within. Inside I see many wrighting desk and shelf's of books! I've only seen father have so many books before. Checking for traps I look around the room. I stop as I see a map on the wall. It's a good fake but even I know the earth is round so I go back to looking.
Finding no traps I go look at the treasure lining the walls. They are a little beaten up but are still good to read. Looking inside when I'm baffled by the precision of the text within. If all these books are this well written then it took a master many generations to write this many. Or all the young ones writhing these? To many questions I turn to the books for wanted answers. They're a little hard to read with many foreign words packed into the volumes but I ram ahead and read copious amounts of books.
This takes me back to when father first let me roam the halls of the manor unattended. I pounced on any unguarded book and started consuming their knowledge. Always looking over my back for the whip to come down for daring to learn for myself. I have to rip myself back from the thought as I start to see the groundskeepers wicked smile down on me. Looking around for anyone I turn back to the newest book. I have to stop myself when the sun goes down and all I see is dull grey. Putting them back I crawl back up into the hollow hiding place. Seeing the bags still there I think about all the thinks I read.
Feeling overwhelmed I try to get secured in my flimsy dwelling. The thoughts of Independence, freedom, and rights a strange and childish thought. What would father think of these thoughts? Wait, why do I call him father? As I try to think back I get a cold shiver. Thinking hurts but I keep trying and what and how little scares me. Never a smile, hug, action, or motive for him to be my father. All just cold down to the bone. For a minute I think that I'm the reason he shot himself but I push it back out of my mind. With the thought that the new fathe- slaver will be better to the others, I going into a troubled sleep.
I awaken to many voices below me melling about. I creep to the hole to see a elder cleaning the coffin and kids going about there day. A alarm sounds and I fear I've been had. The kids go into the rooms as I calm down. Looking at the elder sounds boring so I decide to take a little bit of a risk. Creeping on the wood I go above a room and see if I can't solve this mystery.
What I saw baffles my mind, they're getting taught like little nobles. Some of them don't even listen to the scholar! Why would you wound yourself of this opportunity of betterment? No sense waiting on weak skulls to learn. I get into a secure stop to listen to the scholar and learn.
After a short time the alarm goes of again and all the youth leave just for others to come in. Being baffled by the action I await for new knowledge but curse as he restarts his speech. Creeping above another room I listen to another speech a scholar giving. I repeat my actions until the youths leave the building. Every answer makes so many questions for me. Where am I? Peasants getting the teaching of kings in bulk, countless buildings of stone wood and metal towering above me, and not a single landmass of home on the maps of the world. All I can do is learn and live for now. Looking at the book that brought me here I don't waste any time riping it to shreds. With no way back I smile as I go out looking for food.
