Saturday, May 31, 2014

Chapter 2 draft 2

Draft 2
                 A scream echoed in the courtyard chilling the blood of all those who stood helplessly as they were forced to watch. Harold used his magic to torment a disobedient slave that had evoked his wrath.  The slave gripped onto the wooden post in front of him to support his weakening balance as he slowly stooped to his knees. The magic shot forth like lightning from the master’s palm creating large gashes on his back. Blood seeped from the wounds and he looked into the faces of those around him pleading for someone to stop the torment, but he only saw fear in their eyes. The other children were only glad that it wasn’t them that had to face the beating form their master.  His heart sank as the reality echoed in his mind; they were all just too scared.
                Harold drank the pale blue liquid from his the veil he carried with him in his pocket then quickly stashed it away when he was through. He chuckled as he watched the slave crumble to the floor and decided to end the torment.  The other children stood still waiting to be granted permission to help the boy upon the floor. “Stop your gawking and remove him from my sight,” he barked.
                Pask rushed to the boy’s side. “Are you okay Dakisuma?” he asked as he lifted him to his feet. Dakisuma said nothing and shook his head. His wounds were nearly unbearable; all he wanted was to be taken to the small pile of cloth that he used for a bed and sleep.  Pask escorted him to the slave house which was on the opposite side of the courtyard while the other slaves returned to their duties.
                The building only had one dingy room and a closet where all the tools were kept. There were several piles of cloth that were used for beds and blankets. Dakisuma collapsed on the smallest pile and laid there as his friend mixed together a small batch of medicine. The greenish past possessed a strong sent that filled Pask’s nostrils and nearly brought a tear to his eye. He then rubbed the paste into the wounds that stretched across Dakisuma’s back.  Dakisuma felt a slight sting followed by a cooling sensation as the medicine was spread across his wounds.
                Pask shook his head, “You can’t keep doing this. To many more beatings like this will cripple you,” he warned.
                “Least I won’t be part of his games. I won’t be able to fight so he won’t use me at all,” replied Dakisuma.

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