22 years ago in Hadar...
A young Mu-Allar plays in what can only be described as a garden, moving shaped wooden blocks around in the air as his imagination is set to work. His adoptive Al-Allar parents watch over him, smiles on their faces. Suddenly a knocking echos out into the garden, and his parents rush away to the small front door to answer- leaving him unattended to. A snout pokes over the wall, followed by another and another and another until the walls are decorated with the clothed heads of Al-Allars. The young child looks on in interest, a small giggle breaking free as he looks at them. A piercing whistle splits the air, and the Al-Allars spin into action, climbing over the wall and surrounding the child. Two of them grab him harshly and he begins to cry, beginning to get scared. A rope winds its way around his arms, a gag finds its way into his mouth, both quite roughly. Then, he is shoved into a sack and swung over a shoulder- bouncing along as the kidnappers make their escape. Meanwhile, his last cries echo and bring his parents running- running to find their child gone.
A few hours of bouncing later, the child's tears stilled and his cries ceased- he is exhausted, alone and terrified. His bouncing stops, and then he is thrown to the ground, hitting it and calling out, but it's no use, the gag muffles all his sound. The sack jostles around a bit, before he is finally man-handled back out into the sunlight, flinching at its sudden light. He looks around, his eyes big and pleading. They're ignored, and he his thrown into a chair, and tied down, and then surrounded. After a bit of shouting from the Allars, one lights a flame in his hand- its a mage. A cold laugh echos, and then a fireball flies. And it flies true, hitting the poor child, only for him to be doused by a water mage stood by a pool of water. This process continues, until the feathers of the mu-allar are burnt and some are missing. A shout- a command- echos, and the onslaught stops. The child still cries, though he has no more tears to cry. Thats Day 1 over...
Day 2 begins... with a shake. A thump. And a cry. A shake of rocks moving. The thump of one hitting flesh. The cry of a tortured child. The child lies there, bruised, battered and burnt. The flames had burnt out his hope, and the water doused his laughter. Now the rocks were bringing him down to earth- before the winds lifted him only to drop him again. The wind mage sent a storm his way, wind buffeting his body, and rocks flew around hit-and-miss. The child has had his gag removed so the assembled allars can hear his cries of pain. Another day like this..
And so begins Day 3, though this time, its his mind they mess with. As he watches a million painful deaths. Deaths of his. He sees himself burning- sees the flames lick and the earth suffocate and the wind steal and the water drown and the lightning strike and the bones break and the body crumple and the sword stab and the spear pierce and the arrow hit and the cross-bolt stick and the oxygen stolen and the thousand other ways. And at the end none of those hurt the most. The day goes on..
Day 4 holds no more magic. Kicked, punched, thrown, beaten. So goes on the list- as with the childs pain. So goes the list- as with the childs suffering. So goes the list- and it doesn't end. All day comes the abuse. And at the end of it, he's spoken too, words long repressed.. words long hidden. Words that go like this.. Remember what you are- you filthy feather. Remember what you did- you pathetic bird. You're not one of us- you failed lizard. Remember our lesson...
Day 5 they find him- a curled up, beaten and burnt- sad and scared- changed little Mu-allar. He shrinks away from his parent, whimpering. They pick him up, crying. Taken home, they help him recover. Alchemical concoctions to fix his body; love to fix his mind. And in that little Allars mind, the pain, the memories, are too big for his little body- and so they compress, shrinking into a ball and rolling away- where he forgets it all. All but his fear.
Here ya go @Ghirko the story is done!
A young Mu-Allar plays in what can only be described as a garden, moving shaped wooden blocks around in the air as his imagination is set to work. His adoptive Al-Allar parents watch over him, smiles on their faces. Suddenly a knocking echos out into the garden, and his parents rush away to the small front door to answer- leaving him unattended to. A snout pokes over the wall, followed by another and another and another until the walls are decorated with the clothed heads of Al-Allars. The young child looks on in interest, a small giggle breaking free as he looks at them. A piercing whistle splits the air, and the Al-Allars spin into action, climbing over the wall and surrounding the child. Two of them grab him harshly and he begins to cry, beginning to get scared. A rope winds its way around his arms, a gag finds its way into his mouth, both quite roughly. Then, he is shoved into a sack and swung over a shoulder- bouncing along as the kidnappers make their escape. Meanwhile, his last cries echo and bring his parents running- running to find their child gone.
A few hours of bouncing later, the child's tears stilled and his cries ceased- he is exhausted, alone and terrified. His bouncing stops, and then he is thrown to the ground, hitting it and calling out, but it's no use, the gag muffles all his sound. The sack jostles around a bit, before he is finally man-handled back out into the sunlight, flinching at its sudden light. He looks around, his eyes big and pleading. They're ignored, and he his thrown into a chair, and tied down, and then surrounded. After a bit of shouting from the Allars, one lights a flame in his hand- its a mage. A cold laugh echos, and then a fireball flies. And it flies true, hitting the poor child, only for him to be doused by a water mage stood by a pool of water. This process continues, until the feathers of the mu-allar are burnt and some are missing. A shout- a command- echos, and the onslaught stops. The child still cries, though he has no more tears to cry. Thats Day 1 over...
Day 2 begins... with a shake. A thump. And a cry. A shake of rocks moving. The thump of one hitting flesh. The cry of a tortured child. The child lies there, bruised, battered and burnt. The flames had burnt out his hope, and the water doused his laughter. Now the rocks were bringing him down to earth- before the winds lifted him only to drop him again. The wind mage sent a storm his way, wind buffeting his body, and rocks flew around hit-and-miss. The child has had his gag removed so the assembled allars can hear his cries of pain. Another day like this..
And so begins Day 3, though this time, its his mind they mess with. As he watches a million painful deaths. Deaths of his. He sees himself burning- sees the flames lick and the earth suffocate and the wind steal and the water drown and the lightning strike and the bones break and the body crumple and the sword stab and the spear pierce and the arrow hit and the cross-bolt stick and the oxygen stolen and the thousand other ways. And at the end none of those hurt the most. The day goes on..
Day 4 holds no more magic. Kicked, punched, thrown, beaten. So goes on the list- as with the childs pain. So goes the list- as with the childs suffering. So goes the list- and it doesn't end. All day comes the abuse. And at the end of it, he's spoken too, words long repressed.. words long hidden. Words that go like this.. Remember what you are- you filthy feather. Remember what you did- you pathetic bird. You're not one of us- you failed lizard. Remember our lesson...
Day 5 they find him- a curled up, beaten and burnt- sad and scared- changed little Mu-allar. He shrinks away from his parent, whimpering. They pick him up, crying. Taken home, they help him recover. Alchemical concoctions to fix his body; love to fix his mind. And in that little Allars mind, the pain, the memories, are too big for his little body- and so they compress, shrinking into a ball and rolling away- where he forgets it all. All but his fear.
Here ya go @Ghirko the story is done!
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