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Chapter 4

Things can ALWAYS get Worse

Sneaking silently past the sentry on duty, Kaldur would have grinned if he had not been so filled with hate.

His usually beautiful brown eyes were black with anger and they did not shine in the darkness, he escaped being spotted by slinking round the torches and not making a sound.

Things were going pretty good until a group of slave traders came around the bend of the gate, most likely selling more unfortunate's off to the master.

"That little one was mighty cute."

He listened to their joking and unkind talk of the slaves they had just sold.

"Yup, you could tell she was afraid. That look in her little eyes, she ain't got no brains behind them eyes."

All three guffawed and chuckled at their own cruel memories.

If not for his mission, Kal might have jumped out and done away with them right now for talking about a fellow slave that way, and a lady at that. But he kept his mind on the present and did not linger any where else.

Behind them came a group of slave-drivers ushering a group of terrified beings out of the villa and out to the plains.

Kaldur watched from his position as the girl they had spoke of passed by, she did look horrified. More so than any other Kaldur had ever seen. But behind her eyes, her saw intelligence beyond her years.

She was quite beautiful, not as dark of the others, but not as light as himself. Her hair was fine and the breeze whisper it in odd directions around her face.

As soon as the group passed, Kal looked once more at the girl, then turning on his heel, he ran through the gate and rushed into the villa, no one locked the doors because of all the guards that kept watch at night and Master Ciosa never worried that his slaves might try and harm him.

'For that,' Kaldur though as he climbed the steps to the upstairs sleeping quarters. 'he is a fool

Not thinking, or rationalizing what might happen if he might be caught, Kaldur turned down the darkest corridor and opened the last door on the left of the barely lit hallway.

He knew that this was the right room because, when he was younger, a slave, one of Fiona's friends had told of the inside of the villa, she worked there and had been telling of one of her better days while the two women had tea and Kaldur played with his toys on the floor.

Slowly he slipped in, an angry frown upon his young face and his eyes burning with hatred.

He searched out the room, surprised, he saw that Ciosa was asleep upon the bed, the fire crackled and he had only one sheet over his body.

The whole bed was wrought in rich colors and the bed frame itself was made of deep mahogany, matching dressers, doors, and a beautiful carven mirror sat in the room also, the gentle firelight played off them.

Steeling his jaw, the teen crept forward with the his hands at the ready.

Thunder crashed and lightening echoed off everything in the room with bright, blinding flashes. But this did not stop or even hold him back, springing like a cat, he landed atop his master, fire burning in his deep brown eyes, he wrapped his slender hands around the man's thick neck and tightened it.

As soon as Kaldur had landed on the bed, Ciosa woke with a horrible start eyes wild with fear as the traitor before him wrapped his cool hands around his neck.

Coughing as his lungs refused to work, Ciosa wriggled in the young slave's monster, vice-like grip.

A calm voice, though filled with hatred spoke from above, even while thunder crashed and the rushing to his ear increased.

"May Eru be merciful, because I can not be!"

Black tinged his eye-lids and his face began to turn a bit blue.

He tried to flop the boy off, but he was strong. Very strong!

"OH VALAR!" a voice from behind him made Kal turn his head, he saw a man dressed in military clothes and different badges anointing his outfit.

All at once, the officer jumped at him and began to pulled Kaldur from his master.

Kal put up a good fight, but in the end, her was pried from his half-dead master's neck and lain on the floor with the other man sitting atop him and pinning his arms down.

"HEALERS!" he called as he wrestled with the enraged teen.

Two older men came in, both of Rovanion descent, slight blonde hair in their gray tresses. They had been called ealier in their lives to work down further south and they much enjoyed it, the pay was good and they were treated with dignity, something that both enjoyed immensely.

Ciosa gingerly sat up, coughing, the natural blush coming back to his pale features. "I am fine." his voice was hoarse and he glared menacingly at Kal.

The teen did not avert his gaze, he stared angrily on, as if some force kept his mind on the one thought that plagued it.

"You want me to dispose of him, half a day in the dessert will do 'im some good?"

Shaking his head, the master turned his own eyes away, wishing that the boy had softer eyes. They really did make him nervous and nerves was not something he needed to deal with right now.

"No, I think something a little more..public will do. To make sure this does not EVER happen again!"

One of the healers looked up, a pain felt look in his old, wise eyes, he turned to Kal and shook his white head.

'Oh dear!' he almost shed tears, he was scarred, oh sweet Eru he was scarred. He was but a boy and he had never endured anything so harsh for he had never done anything wrong. 'No! Be brave! Brave Kal! Fiona would want you to be brave, show no fear!'

Unnoticed sweat beaded on his brow and made his mind work ever harder.

'How can I escape?' he struggled once more but found the weight of the guard to overbearing and he gasped as he was slapped hard across the face, two lines of blood from the man's mail glove made two grooves of pure pain. He had never been slapped before, and if he had really been, he did not remember.

"My lord, if I may be so bold." one of the more loyal healers interjected as he checked Ciosa for any lasting affects of the strangling that had almost been accomplished. "In the middle of the barracks and huts where the slave's live is a cage, it is made of iron and sits out in the hot sun. Perfect for a punishment, and all the others would know not to do this again."

Ciosa seemed to consider this, he stroked his bearded chin thoughtfully.

"That might work." he commented softly, nodding. "Yes." he confirmed. "Guards, take Mr. Decahr down to the square, chain him too, and place him in that cage. No food! No Water!"

One of the Rovanion healers stepped forth, the nicer one that had a soft spot for Kaldur.

"But milord, he is only a boy, he will die without water and weaken without food."

Ciosa scoffed and shoved the man away. "I could care less, he is a convict Theodar! And I will not have criminals and murderers living the normal life. They must pay!"

"But you are not dead?"

"Who says I would not be if Cap'ain had not come in!"

"But-"

"No! I will have none of it! He is going to be treated as if I had died, take him away!"

Without another word, Kaldur was hauled off through the small crowd of soldiers.

TBC~

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