06-02-2017, 12:00 AM
The doors of the boarding houses opened up, and three people entered making a scene. Two of them tried to control the last, who fought and moved like a snake slipping out of the men's arms. His hopes for running away from his destiny were destroyed when one of the others hit him in the head, leaving him at the edge of dream world.
"We're so sorry for our behaviour" said one of the mages. "But this one is special. A rebel, I must say. I must say that he was pretty quiet when we captured him" It wasn't unkwon that some cursed men decided to go against the society, fighting agains mages for freedom and dignity. Of course, many blessed thought they were just crazy, or simply foolish, and they needed a master who taught them where his place was. But they didn't stop, it didn't matter how much they were punished, and for a rebel killed by the blessed, three slaves escaped from their houses to join the cause.
"This one is actually pretty, for being a rebel" commented the other mage. If anyone was enough curious to take a look, he'd saw a young man, neither short nor tall, with a strong but thin complexion and shoulder length green hair. His clothes were were practical, made with the forest colours. He had a soft face, and his half opened eyes were deep violet. He was still, if not for some squirming to test his captors' strength.
"Don't worry milord, we'll get him in an enclousure in no time"
"We're so sorry for our behaviour" said one of the mages. "But this one is special. A rebel, I must say. I must say that he was pretty quiet when we captured him" It wasn't unkwon that some cursed men decided to go against the society, fighting agains mages for freedom and dignity. Of course, many blessed thought they were just crazy, or simply foolish, and they needed a master who taught them where his place was. But they didn't stop, it didn't matter how much they were punished, and for a rebel killed by the blessed, three slaves escaped from their houses to join the cause.
"This one is actually pretty, for being a rebel" commented the other mage. If anyone was enough curious to take a look, he'd saw a young man, neither short nor tall, with a strong but thin complexion and shoulder length green hair. His clothes were were practical, made with the forest colours. He had a soft face, and his half opened eyes were deep violet. He was still, if not for some squirming to test his captors' strength.
"Don't worry milord, we'll get him in an enclousure in no time"