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Aelon's POV

I suppose my story also starts with that stupid Slaver Raid on my now long gone hometown of Jadespire in the Territory of Alaum.

It was just two days after my 18th birthday and the one biggest thought on my mind had been the letter from the Alaum Acadamy for Knights.

I had been accepted! I was going to be able to become a Knight and help fight off evil and make a difference in this world! Not to mention being able to test my fighting prowess.

I was re-reading my acceptance letter, for the third time that day, when the Warning Bell sounded.

The Guards only rang the Bell when Slavers were in the area. Before I knew what was going on, I heard a scream and saw a huge fireball fly over me and slam into the Food Warehouse.

I jumped up and ran over to help them. As the villagers tried to put the fire out, two more fireballs smashed into them and the warehouse, just barely missing me. But crushing a Guardsman and several villagers.

It only took me a second to decide what to do. I grabbed the fallen Guard's sword and shield and ran towards where the fire was coming from, finding more of the village already blazing, and a large amount of Slavers fighting the Guardsmen that had made it to them.

I could see a small line of children and some young adults chained together and being slowly dragged with the Slavers into town, but I saw no one over 25 in that line.

Anger boiling up in me, I scream "You fucking sickos, you need to die so that the Glory of the Makers can be seen again!" and then strike the nearest Slaver I could.

Seemed I caught him by surprise as he grasped his missing throat as he fell, a vicious snarl on his face.

Two more rushed to take his place, and I managed to hold them off fairly good, striking them both down in a single slash each when the opening presented itself. Again, Two more came to replace each of them.

This kept on until finally I was surrounded by a large group of Slavers. I couldn't move fast enough to block everything, and ended up taking a blow to my unprotected leg. As it fell out from under me, I managed to kill one last one, but I ended up dropping my sword. As I rushed to get it, the remaining slavers tackled me and I quickly found myself in a collar, muzzle, and my hands fitted into chainmail mitts and tied behind me.

One guy, I guess the head Slaver and a right ugly beast at that as he was a Wolf-hyrbid of some sort sporting thick, leathery wings, and an evil scowl, with a large scar down his face, said "Well slave, you gave us quite a bit of trouble. Normally I'd kill you since you have just worked up a debt you will never be able to pay off, no matter how good a slave you are, nor price you would fetch on the market. However, your skills, they are exactly what a special order of mine is looking for, so you will be spared, for now. Come now, let us get you processed so I can take you to meet your new Master." Then he grabbed a chain attached to me and separated me from the crowd.

I find I can still speak somewhat so I say "Master? Slave? Look here, you attacked my village without provocation! I demand you let us go or so help me when I get free of these restraints I will notify the Thief King!"

The Head Slaver hits me hard and says, in a growling tone. "Keep silent, slave. You don't get to talk unless your betters tell you to. As for your little threat, hah, we are here on Orders from the Thief King you fool!" before he starts laughing with a twisted sort of expression on his face, as if he was laughing at a horribly dirty joke only he knew.

Something about him made me keep silent. I felt the urge to, well, obey.

Before I know it, he had lead me to a Camp, but I could still see the smoke of my town, and hear some of the booms and screams.

I find myself fastened to a post near a desk, and also very close to a firepit.

"Alright it is time to figure out who you are so I can mark that you have been sold, slave. Give me your birthname." the Slaver says as he pulls the gag from my mouth.

"Fuck you!" I say and try to snap at his hands. He growls and hits me again, even harder this time.

"I said. Tell. Me. Your. Name. Slave." the Slaver says in that same hypnotic tone as he grasps my jaw to keep my face focused on his.

"Aelon Daelaharris" I say, feeling a strange cloudiness slowly filling up my mind, forcing me to obey.

"Aelon Daelaharris? Alright lets see here..." the Slaver says as he reads through a thick book for a few minutes before saying, "Ah here we go. Parents deceased as of today, no offspring, no siblings, self trained as a Guardsman but officially is the village's main Hunter. Meets all the requirements needed to satisfy my client..., with additional training, but much less than the majority of our pickings, I think. Alright that's that, lets get you Marked and at least some training."

"Why the fuck are you doing this? Why would the Thief King order an attack on a Loyal Village?" I say after I realize he had left me ungagged.

"Because your village owed him a great debt that they failed to pay back. 30 years should have been enough to pay back your debt, but your Mayor used it to "better his city" without concern for paying back the Royal Treasury. Well too bad, he is being lead to town as we speak to be executed by the Thief King himself. Also, be fucking quiet slave! Or do I need to rip that insolent tongue of yours out?" the Slaver says as he gets up and undoes the chains holding my wrists to each other.

I try to swipe at him, but he easily pins my arms to me, ties my left one to my waist, and opens the mitt on my right one.

"Now as this seems to be your dominant hand, I had better place your Mark here, so you won't be as big a threat to the weaker Slavers until it heals. I don't need to lose anymore of them to slaves. Simply put, it is embarrassing." the slaver says as he effortlessly holds my arm with one hand.

"What the fuck?!?!? Let go!" I scream as I try to jerk away.

"Stop it, slave. You don't want me to have to redo this." he says as he grabs something that had been resting end first in the firepit.

Before I can even respond to the sight of the clamping brand he had, I feel it close on my hand and a horrible and searing pain shoots through my hand, causing me to cry and shake.

After a good couple of minutes, I feel him unclamp it and he lets go of my hand.

I find I can't stand to move it, any movement at all causes it to hurt horribly, and I didn't even get to get my hand wrapped up. He just leaves me there, chained to the post, arm hanging limply as some blood flows down my hand.

I just can't stop crying in pain.

"Pathetic, its only a little pain. I get branded for fun sometimes. But of course unlike you, I heal up rather easily, being a Vampyre and all. But tell you what slave, I'll grant you the benefit of knowing my name. You may call me Master Seirkaru. But I would prefer just the Master alone unless others of your betters are about." the Head slaver says as he laughs at me.

"Fuck you Daemon. I hope the Son of the Devil eats your heart." I say, praying for once that the Devil Child had come to the village when the Slavers came instead of just being a nuisance to the town.

"Son of the Devil? You mean that half-Vampyre that your village threw out because he wanted to sleep with the chief's son? Yeah, highly unlikely he'd lift a finger to help you, much less be able to beat me at anything." Seirkaru says with an even stronger laugh.

"You're so high and mighty when you've got me tied up and injured. I would bet that I could have easily beat you had we met in fair combat." I say as I try to free my other hand.

Seirkaru just laughs his head off, before he says, "You are a funny slave. You dare to think a mere mortal could beat me? Hah! But let me teach you your place, slave."

"Fuck you Daemon!" I say as I try to move as far away as I can from him.

Before I can react, he already has me lifted up by my throat, thankfully I couldn't feel his grip through the collar, but it made me feel very vulnerable. I instinctively grab at his hand with my hurt hand, causing me to cry out in pain, but I keep my grip on his wrist as tight as I can manage.

"Now, slave, let's start simple. Right now, I own you. Until you are delivered to the buyer, you are my property. So you need to call me Master, whenever you talk. If you ever are allowed to speak. Now I expect an apology, or I will punish your disobedient little ass." Seirkaru says as he pulls his other hand right up to my face before drawing it back.

"Fuck you." I say, then immediately he slams his fist right into my muzzle, getting my nose and busting my lip.

"Bad slave. Come on now, its not that hard. Or maybe you are too stupid to listen, in which case I have no qualms about making you my lunch. After all, then you would have had some value to me." Seirkaru says as he lets his fangs slide out.

"F-f-fine. I-I'm s-sorry M-Ma-Master." I say, having to force every bit of that out.

"That was acceptable. But a slave should say something like "This slave is sorry for its behavior, Master." Seirkaru says as he licks the blood from my nose and from where its leaked out where my hand had been on his wrist.

Fearing for my life I say, "T-then th-this slave th-thanks its M-Master for f-forgiving it."

"That's better. You had better remember it slave. Now the rest of your batch is being delivered and one of my men is being carried in here on a stretcher, so I need to go supervise. You sleep well now." Seirkaru says as he lets me down onto my feet before going out of the area I was in.

I tried to get free for another half-hour, but after that, a large Tiger came in and sat down on a stool in a nearby tent that was open towards me.

I sigh and lower myself best I can to the ground, finding the chain was just long enough to let me do that, if I kept the pole pressed against my neck.

I still couldn't believe it. I had failed to protect my town. And I was practically groveling at that fucking leader of the Slaver's feet in fear of my life. I am not worthy enough to even think about being a Knight right now.

I eventually fall asleep crying, though in the distance I can hear children crying.