Minersrevenge
Legend of Altera
The rain splashed against the roof of the slum, the smell of rotting meat curling up into the noses of all passers,this was the rotting smell of a cut of meat, or to those in the slum, all twelve of them, dinner, I say twelve, in fact there was a thirteenth, this was a little boy, without a name.He was in the cupboard, locked in, covered in mud and scars starving, the picture of desperation, those outside where desperate, but in the cupboard sat proper desperation, the desperation of one who has nothing and is hated by all.He sat slumped in the corner, having abandoned hope after the first week he could understand what was happening.Every week or so he was ''fed'' By which i mean he had rats thrown in, and the simple saying, ''good hunting''.
He had thought of it enough that perhaps hope wasn't necessary, perhaps he could survive without it, the rats had started to breed in the corners, this conveyed a glimmer of hope to him, the feeding had begun to stop.He was disheartened but not suicidal, but barely not, his life had been hell, he couldn't find water, but the rats could, he knew that they had blood in them, perhaps people could survive drinking only rat blood.He would live, if only to spite the twelve outside, they thought the rotting meat was hard, he had been eating rat carcasses since before the younger ones where born.
One day, light came, a slither of light came, the father had been doing gods know what in drunken stupor the night before, the crack in the door was the first proper light he had seen since he was born, the door came open the screech of rusted hinges had caused the boy to cower in the corner, he finally saw what he was living in, he saw the blood pools, the piles of rat excrement covering the floor the bones and fur on the floor, the long and stained hair that was matted with dirt. A woman grabbed him by the arms and cleaned him off, he saw he was still little, looking as a child.The woman dressed him and fed him a meal and told him to say he loved it here and lived in a room.The salvation came that day, but the dead hopeless eyes remained.
A tall figure, in the robes of a rich man, laced with jewels and necklaces, the man held out a hand, the hand was covered in metal links, something the boy had never seen. He was lined up with the other boys, the parents behind, the man searched the house and came back to the line, he pointed at one child, he pointed to Kalein, never in all his life had Kalein felt hope, until now, proper hope, the man led him outside, dropped a coin pouch in his hand and skipped off, doing a cartwheel half way and throwing glittery dust the rest, Kalein didn't question it, he had no idea what he meant so just ran away, attempting to get as far as possible away from his ''parents'' Terrified of everything and distrusting all people.
He had thought of it enough that perhaps hope wasn't necessary, perhaps he could survive without it, the rats had started to breed in the corners, this conveyed a glimmer of hope to him, the feeding had begun to stop.He was disheartened but not suicidal, but barely not, his life had been hell, he couldn't find water, but the rats could, he knew that they had blood in them, perhaps people could survive drinking only rat blood.He would live, if only to spite the twelve outside, they thought the rotting meat was hard, he had been eating rat carcasses since before the younger ones where born.
One day, light came, a slither of light came, the father had been doing gods know what in drunken stupor the night before, the crack in the door was the first proper light he had seen since he was born, the door came open the screech of rusted hinges had caused the boy to cower in the corner, he finally saw what he was living in, he saw the blood pools, the piles of rat excrement covering the floor the bones and fur on the floor, the long and stained hair that was matted with dirt. A woman grabbed him by the arms and cleaned him off, he saw he was still little, looking as a child.The woman dressed him and fed him a meal and told him to say he loved it here and lived in a room.The salvation came that day, but the dead hopeless eyes remained.
A tall figure, in the robes of a rich man, laced with jewels and necklaces, the man held out a hand, the hand was covered in metal links, something the boy had never seen. He was lined up with the other boys, the parents behind, the man searched the house and came back to the line, he pointed at one child, he pointed to Kalein, never in all his life had Kalein felt hope, until now, proper hope, the man led him outside, dropped a coin pouch in his hand and skipped off, doing a cartwheel half way and throwing glittery dust the rest, Kalein didn't question it, he had no idea what he meant so just ran away, attempting to get as far as possible away from his ''parents'' Terrified of everything and distrusting all people.