Puff... a thud resounded through all the caves, and then the sound of the lash...
"Work isn't over yet! Faster!" yelled that frightening voice, the man dressed in orange sat above all, watching his minions work with those brown eyes that inspired hate and revulsion.
"Faster I said!" And he lashed the first one that he saw, this was Dreothorn. He was about 15 when he met him and made him work for him, he had a plan already thought of a plan for his newest trophy. He had seen his development on the battlefield, it just needed some trimming...
"Dreothorn! Follow your master!" Anarr yelled, those around him feared for the worst, but Anarr wasn't going to kill him, at least not for now...
Dreothorn, a muscular and tall man that had just reached his mayority of age working under Anarr's "wing" as he called it the first time was about to start another job, he knew it or not this would mark the beginning of his true freedom.
He was starting his job as a mercenary, a bloody sellsword that killed for money. Dreothorn wouldn't had agreed with that in other situations but he was desperate right now, working in those forges almost made him go insane.
And so time passed, his training was over and his work was just starting, but it wasn't a job for just one person...
They had just finished another job, someone wanted that poor farmer dead and so the obeyed, easily slipping the blade through that farmer's throad spilling all the blood on the ground. Sometimes it's needed to be bloody for them to cower in fear, but it wasn't this time. The farmer's son was chopped like a tree by Dreothorn's halberd while Thayalengir slowly cutted the man's throad, so he could see his son's death and then die.
A disgusting job of course, but that was it. Although it wasn't for the money, since they earned a pittance for their work. What to be alive? Do as Anarr says and you'll be fine, disobey him... and well, you'll end like the poor farmer.
What was the point of staying? They could both flee and never look back, the two friends were planning a getaway. And how you'll think? There was an escape route in Anarr's cave, they joined their earnings night after night just to dream about that free world.
And the days passed, but something went wrong...
Just about to flee, Thayalengir was cought by Anarr and was taken away. Where could you ask? Dreothorn knew not, he feared for his friend's sake. As the days passed and Thayalengir didn't came back Dreothorn decided to move with his plan thinking that Thayalengir had been killed. He ran to the storage room where he hid the money, but found nothing exept for a strap of cloth with something illegible, just some words were able to see:
Thay...took...money.
Dreothorn raged, there was something different in Thayalengir's letter, but he cared not. He robbed him and left him alone in that damn cave, that wouldn't be easily forgived...
To be continued...
