Authors Note: I do not own Berserk, and I do not own any of the characters within this story that have ever appeared in the Berserk Anime of Manga.
The Sun was high in the summer sky that warm dry day. The sunlight fell upon the sunken valley as though it were dive bombing down wards, the rays bouncing off of the large rock formations as if the stone giants were mirrors. These calm refreshing rays allowed those who looked upon them to feel what it meant to be alive, what it meant to walk on this Earth. It was a light that was much needed in this world, and a light that few people truly ever saw.
Deep within the mines underneath the giant mountains, the sounds of metal clanging against stone could be heard echoing throughout the many chambers within. Darkness and the stench of sulfur and decay were the only reminder to the workers of why they were there. They had been taken far away from their homes, stolen from their families, kidnapped from their mothers and fathers. These men were the remnants of a crushed nation, one that laid far to the south of Midland, a land of desert and of endless wastelands. Kushan was once a large empire, one of the largest in fact on the continent, it's armies were so powerful that few forces could manage to handle a head on engagement. But slavers knew that if you attacked the border villages that the people there were easier to enslave, and were easier to conquer. Pippin was one of these people, a large muscular man with slanted eyes and deeply bronzed skin. He had been a village hunter and woodsman, and now all he was was a pack mule for manual labor.