Hello, This is my first time writhing something and english isn't my first language. I apreciate any kind of criticism. I whrote this in hopes of finding a new past time. I enjoied Twokinds as a comic and i said to myself why not try writhing fanfiction of it. I am going to use elements and characters from it. Don't worry, they are heavly altered and i will add some of my own original characters. The reason i am using them is that i am really bad at comming up with desings and names for the characters so yea. I used whelldecide and i got thouse characters for the roles. Hope you guys will like it.
And there is one more thing i will add a secret crossover in this, if anyone can figure it out i will personaly make you a dumb drawing of whatever you what, keep it clean thou i am really bad at drawing.
I am only doing it for fun so i hope you guys like it,and even if you dont i am still going to post it.
Chapter 1
It was a dark and stormy night at the mansion, it was raining since morning so I pretty much just spent the day inside in my sweater and pants, its been so peaceful ever since I finally got rid of my yea where are my manners. My names Jack and believe it or not I am one of the richest 'slave traders' in those lands.(thunder clap can be heard from outside the window).
Before anyone gets angry let me explain myself. You see I come from one of the biggest family of slave traders, everyone in my family is doing it: my sister, my mother, my father, my grandparents from both sides, well except my grandma from my father side she has a bakery she isn't really good at it but don't tell her that because you see she used to be a Templar so you might get turned into a frog, happened to me twice. Anyway I can go on and on about my family past and occupations but that's not what you are here for are you? Please don't leave yet I need to talk with someone!
As I was saying all my folks see keidrans for nothing more than slaves, tools, trash, etc. They take great pleasure in causing them pain, suffering, misery you get the idea. They will sell them to the worst people they can unless someone offers more money for them. They are all so proud of what they do. But me I always saw them as my equals, friends , I was always nice to them, even finding them attractive.
Ah how many hearts I managed to break (forced sexy voice) . You see I was always their allay ,I buy them and I set them free with a ticket to their home and some money for the journey assuring their transport. I never enjoyed the idea of slavery and I did my best to work from the shadows in their help trying to stop it. Like a hero you know.
Wonder where I get the money to do this? Well you see when my folks left me the house they give me the money to buy a bunch of slaves but instead I bought the fishing docks in my town so whenever someone wants do go fish they have to pay me a toll for it, for the boat, for every fish, the fishing utensils you get the idea. And with time I started buying more and more things like bakerys around the town, armories, etc.
It was a slow start but now I am making so much more money than I ever could as a slave trader and this makes me so happy that I don't have to be like them, thou they don't know about any of this they still think I am a successful slave trader.
Most of money is going into my cause, because I am such an awesome guy.
Now you know my backstory , cool isn't it?
The door opens and Mike comes busting in, screaming:
-What the fuck are doing? Who are you even talking with? Why are you dressed like that? Are talking alone again? Its like the middle of the night. Why do you do this?
-No I am not, I was just going for some water!
-Sure you where, Mike says mockingly.
-I am serious, look this is my house after all I pay for everything, I think I am allowed to have a rant in the middle of the night!
-Whatever you say boss.
-Glad we got that cleared up.
-I am going to sleep good night.
-Good night.
Mike almost leaves the room as he realized something and turns back.
-What are you doing whit that sweeter?
-W..What sww…sweeter?
-THAT OLD AND DECRAPED PICE OF WOLL THAT'S NOT ONLY STINKY AS HELL, IS MOLDY AND PROBABLY FILLED WITH DISEAS! WHY ARE YOU WEARING IT?!
-It isn't that bad come on it just need a good washing.
-ITS WHITE!
-And what so bad about that?
-IT NOT SUPPOSED TO BE WHITE, ITS SUPPOSED TO BE GREEN!
-Oh come on I will wash it myself and it will be as good as new.
-BE CARFULL THE MOLD MIGHT DO IT BEFORE YOU.
-Ah you are being so dramatic see I will show you there is nothing wrong with it.
Jack takes off the sweeter and puts it on the floor.
-See nothing!
The sweeter stars sliding slowly on the floor as bout Jake and Mike just stare in fear at it.
-What the fuck?! Nothing wrong here, no nothing.
Mike face palms and screams at Jack:
-YOU CANT BE SERIOUS! I AM TAKING THAT THING OUT AND BURN IT IN THE BACKYARD!
-NO YOU DON'T!
-YES I DO!
-WAIT! Please is only thing I have left from her, please don't throw it.
-YOU HAVE A GIANT FUCKING PAINTING OF HER IN THE HALLWAY AND YOUR ROOM! NOW GIVE IT TO ME BEFORE IT STARTS SPEECKING !
-I AM NOT GIVING YOU THIS YOU HAVE TO FIGHT ME FOR IT!
-BE RATIONAL FOR ONCE!
-I AM!
The doorbell starts ringing stopping the argument between them.
-The doorbell at this hour in the night? Who could it be?
-I don't know.
-Did you ordered a new bunch of slaves?
-No I didn't. Mike go and put the slave leash on buddy.
-Ok you go and see who it is while I go put it on
Doorbell rings again
-Coming!
Jack opens the door and from the dark and stormy night a woman comes inside the house. A women he hoped he will never see again.
-Hello Brother.
End of chapter one