Post by jawaa on Jul 15, 2006 22:31:53 GMT -5
"Split and stack the wood against the shed, Aravi." "Clean the cooking stove, Aravi." "Fix the roof, Aravi." "Shut up Aravi... it's bad enough we have to see you."
This was all Aravi knew. Slavery. She would be told what to do, and like a good slave, she did as she was told. And for doing the best she could, Aravi was punished, for the best she could do would never measure up to the standards of her masters. Her masters seemed to take pleasure in her beatings. She was a troll, she could regenerate by morning after all.
Years. This went on for years. It was all that was in Aravi's life. She didn't know how easy it would be to run away from this house on the hill outside Ratchet. Like the good slave she was, she stayed within the confines of the yard, doing as she was told. She knew nothing outside of the yard.
But there were the books. Before she came here, she had learned to read. She would sneak one book at a time from her master's library to her room, burying it in the blankets on the floor in her small room. After she finished her assignments for the day, and recieved her nearly nightly beatings, Aravi would crawl to her room, where her only comfort waited for her to open the covers and read the pages within. The enjoyment from reading, the happiness she felt... was the only thing she had.
-
Aravi awoke to a boot in the stomach. She curled up on the floor, coughing, and was struck by the toe of a boot again, this time to her head.
"So THIS is why my books go missing! THIS is why you stay in here all the time! THIS is why you never get anything done!" Her human master screamed at her, pausing after each sentence to kick again. He stopped as the troll lying on the ground coughed up blood. "Well?"
"W-w-why... h-hate..." Aravi coughed again. Clearing her throat, She spoke louder. "Why... chu punish meh... no reasin..." She turned her head and looked up at her master, the look in her eyes disturbing him. "I's wrong.... Chu shoul' be... punnished..."
"WHAT?!" The human bellowed, bringing his boot down on Aravi's head.
In that moment, something in Aravi's head broke, and the slave she was died. Looking back up at her master, she giggled as her hands drew together, a small ball of fire forming between them. drawing her hands apart, the fireball flew, slamming into the man's chest, engulfing him before he could react. In short order, he was struck by a second, then a third. All the time, Aravi giggled hysterically.
A lone troll woman walked from a burning house outside of ratchet. Her clothes and hair were singed, and she was spattered with blood, most of it hers. In one arm she held a large book that looked the same condition as herself. A wide smile played across her face. Aravi walked north, not really thinking about anything. Still influenced by her past, though she could no longer remember being a slave, though the memories were still there, just blocked. So she set off to do the first thing her new mind told her to.
She found a nice spot to sit, and opened her book, and began reading, in her mind for the first time in her life.
This was all Aravi knew. Slavery. She would be told what to do, and like a good slave, she did as she was told. And for doing the best she could, Aravi was punished, for the best she could do would never measure up to the standards of her masters. Her masters seemed to take pleasure in her beatings. She was a troll, she could regenerate by morning after all.
Years. This went on for years. It was all that was in Aravi's life. She didn't know how easy it would be to run away from this house on the hill outside Ratchet. Like the good slave she was, she stayed within the confines of the yard, doing as she was told. She knew nothing outside of the yard.
But there were the books. Before she came here, she had learned to read. She would sneak one book at a time from her master's library to her room, burying it in the blankets on the floor in her small room. After she finished her assignments for the day, and recieved her nearly nightly beatings, Aravi would crawl to her room, where her only comfort waited for her to open the covers and read the pages within. The enjoyment from reading, the happiness she felt... was the only thing she had.
-
Aravi awoke to a boot in the stomach. She curled up on the floor, coughing, and was struck by the toe of a boot again, this time to her head.
"So THIS is why my books go missing! THIS is why you stay in here all the time! THIS is why you never get anything done!" Her human master screamed at her, pausing after each sentence to kick again. He stopped as the troll lying on the ground coughed up blood. "Well?"
"W-w-why... h-hate..." Aravi coughed again. Clearing her throat, She spoke louder. "Why... chu punish meh... no reasin..." She turned her head and looked up at her master, the look in her eyes disturbing him. "I's wrong.... Chu shoul' be... punnished..."
"WHAT?!" The human bellowed, bringing his boot down on Aravi's head.
In that moment, something in Aravi's head broke, and the slave she was died. Looking back up at her master, she giggled as her hands drew together, a small ball of fire forming between them. drawing her hands apart, the fireball flew, slamming into the man's chest, engulfing him before he could react. In short order, he was struck by a second, then a third. All the time, Aravi giggled hysterically.
A lone troll woman walked from a burning house outside of ratchet. Her clothes and hair were singed, and she was spattered with blood, most of it hers. In one arm she held a large book that looked the same condition as herself. A wide smile played across her face. Aravi walked north, not really thinking about anything. Still influenced by her past, though she could no longer remember being a slave, though the memories were still there, just blocked. So she set off to do the first thing her new mind told her to.
She found a nice spot to sit, and opened her book, and began reading, in her mind for the first time in her life.