ElderScrolls: The Adventures of Ianian and Altaer
NOTE: Hai, sorry for the long period of silence, I was rather busy and whatnot, this is going to be a short chapter so yeah let's do this :D I planned this story further and there should be maybe 6 more chapters, I found the time to write today YAY
Chapter 4: Not Afraid
I swished my slowly growing hair from my brow, and I groaned, the sun on my back felt like it was whipping me. I straightened upright and took a long drink of the luke-warm water. Everyday for the past year I've done this, harvested,plowed, counted the wheat, then I would read to the Khajiits after our "dinner" I guess you could call it. I have no Idea how Dro'jasik built all that muscle. I looked over at him , and couldn't believe what I saw. He was laughing.
"Have you lost your sense? how are you laughing right now?" I ask with a small chuckle hidden beneath my words. Dro'jasik stood and looked at me smile still plastered on his face as he stood upright and cracked his back.
"Dunmer, when one works as much as I do, there is many time to think. This one chooses to think about good times back in Elswyer with his family." He than through his hands in the air and said "And the Sun graces us with this heat and lights, so Dunmer the real question is how are you not laughing right now?" if Dro'jasik was smaller the guards would've whipped him half to death by now but his size let's us be able to talk and laugh.
"Woah, your optimism scares me" I add with fake shudder. We then hear the faint loud crack of the whip, everyone in the fields raised up and looked on to the scene near the hay shed. "Please please I just need more water, please." a young male khajiit pleaded, he must have have been new here. I looked over to Dro'jasik who shook his head in shame, he and I both knew he couldn't do anything. Ianian watched as the boy pleaded and the merciless guard raised his whip high preparing for another crack. I grabbed my jug off the ground the weight of the water and metal was heavy but I ran with it, to the front of the field "STOP" I yelled and I took the whip from the guard's hand and through it to the field, I set my water jug down and like a khajiit I hissed at him. The guard snarled at the sudden action,swearing and scampered off. I bent down to the male Khajiit and helped him up to a sitting position. I grabbed the water jug and said "You can have the rest of mine" as I placed it infront of him and turned to go back to my work, when I reached my spot. Dro'jasik shook his head at me and said in a tone more sorrowful than a warm "You shouldn't have done that".
The sun was now beginning to set and I was placing wheat in the shed, when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned to see it's was the young male from earlier he was crying "Thank-You and I am sorry!" he all but shouted he bowed his head and handed me the jug, it had been cleaned. I knew Something was going to happen to me for helping that kid, but to be honest I just didn't care I know what right and wrong and that was wrong.I extended my hand "It's alright, but hey can you do something for me?" I ask, the male nodded "can you finish stacking the hay, I am very tired and there's not much left to do" I hauled my body out the door after the male nodded. when I reached the slave quarters two guards were there waiting. I sighed and put my head down I know what's going to happen right now I am going to be beaten. "come with us, weakling Lord Greyhound wants to see you" I pulled my head back in shock and the guards gripped my arms and pulled me to my father.
They threw me to the ground in front of where my father was sitting. "Ianian I thought we could've worked something out and you could work here from the rest of your days, but it seems this is not the case? hmm?"with his voice eerily soft I looked up at him and narrowed my eyes "what?" He raised his hand and slapped me "MASTER, is speaking" he resumed his soft tone after a moment "Now a guard came in from field duty and filed a report against you and you just need to say true or not true okay?" he cleared his throat and unfolded the report "He gripped my wrist tightly and took my whip from me, I was just standing there minding my business he than said you proceeded to beat him with your water jug leaving him with a few broken ribs and then he says your hissed at him" I Stood "Lies" I all but hissed and he nodded leaning over to a guard ad whispered something in his ear. Lord Greyhound stood, flattening out his finest gold and velvet suit and placed his hands behind his back. "Restrain him" he said as he opened a small chest. Two guards were holding me down by the arm, one put his knee in my back making me kneel. The other gripped what little hair I had and pulled it back exposing my neck. Lord Greyhound turned around with a thick iron collar, he clamped it onto my neck and locked it with a key in which he handed to the guards "He;ll be gone tomorrow"turning to me "I will never have to deal with you ever again". The collar felt so heavy I thought my neck would snap, I was pushed into the slave quarters, The little khajiit girl had grown and he sat their reading a freshly stolen book "Asika" I said in a helpless voice" Can you read to me?". The 5-year-old scurried over and began to read a story, I helped her with a few of the words she stumbled on until i fell into a deep though I may be murdered tomorrow...but I am not afraid.