Six years passed since then. At the first few months, when we argued with Freikron he simply punished us. First he whipped us then the punishments grew more serious, starved us, beaten us up, worked us to the death, tortured, poisoned our minds… Until we were weak, hungry, that was when we agreed to help Freikron. And so for five years, we learned the art of combat, we learned how to defend ourselves, how to battle with a blade, a spear and even with a bow but we also learned how to kill – successfully and stealthily…
We could not do anything otherwise Freikron would torture us again and do all that and he might harm Brockin too much! Brockin, who was at first weak from the blows when we met at the cells, grew weaker and weaker due to the punishments… But now, it seemed whatever happened to him when we were first here still left its mark… He rarely speaks now, I fear that something is broken within him and cannot be repaired…
Now, we were sixteen, stronger and braver since we first came here but Freikron been careful about our strength… Occasionally he would beat us up to show he was still in charge but it didn't matter anyway, we were strong on the outside but weak within.
One day after our training, Freikron called upon us. "You've improved much since six years ago… Let's see if all that training came useful… I want you to kill Hamkrich… He's at Galtrev. Now don't try anything funny – the guards are watching you and coming with you." Me and Brockin nodded glumly but I already knew I wasn't going to kill any man – I was going to escape from this damned place and from Freikron… Oh yes, I'm going to escape…
Brockin as usual said nothing but I could see him thinking about something and when I looked at him – he just smiled as if he thought of something good and pleasant. That must be a good sigh of him recovering – right? Nightfall came and as Freikron came – the guards came and hauled us outside of Freikron's fortress.
I look around, I've forgotten what the outside world looks like! There were beautiful trees and the lovely grass, looking up I saw the lovely, twinkling stars on the purple-blue sky, a sight I've forgotten… Even, Brockin was amazed by all this, I could hear him gasping and such.
There were three guards. This gives me an idea… I grasped my hand on my blade then took it out and gotten ready for action. I instantly leaped forwards and stabbed one of the guards in the chest – more specifically the heart. The other guards took out their own blades and so did Brockin who knew what I wanted.
Brockin ducked behind a guard and plunged his blade against the second guard's leg into the thigh, which that guard collapsed - dead. Two dead, one left… Taking the hilt of my sword I drew it into the third guard's head while Brockin drew his right across the guard's neck.
"They're all dead or well that one will eventually die." I said.
Brockin nodded then muttered, "Quick – let's run now! They'll be after us!" He just took my hand and we ran like mad, happily. Freedom is right in front of us…