A RARE – DELIGHT
Raredith was born in the Free-city of Tyr. Born to Sadira Savior and hero to the city and the 3rd or 4th husband that was never talked about. Rare’s early child hood was spent on the back of a kank traveling with the Sunrunners tribe from place to place selling their wares and stealing what they couldn’t buy. Seventy years had passed riding on the back of a kank the time of her naming is upon her.
As is the custom with most elven tribes of Athas during her first hunt she would be named. That day came and went; she stayed in the safety of the ravines not revealing herself much of the day. She didn’t make a kill or show much ability in hunting. But what she could do was scavenge. Returning to camp she had found many of the tribes’ favorite herbs and fruits. These herbs and fruits being a rare find and a delight to eat. So she was named that night: from the human word (rare) combined with the elf word (dith) meaning delight. So she was named Raredtih of the Sunrunners Tribe.
A few hunts and a year had past from the time of her naming. The hunt was on and Raredtih did her part scavenging for fruits and herbs. She reached into a shallow hole known to hold a sour fruit within. As she leaned forward and reached into the hole there was a snap beneath the sand. Suddenly a rope cinched up around her wrist and the slavers swooped in. They easily subdued and spirited her away before the tribe even knew someone was missing.
She was taken the markets of Urik. She knew these things could happen slavery was the way of many. Most of the large cities controlled by the powerful Sorcerer-Kings had large slave pens. So she put on a strong front but that was only childish bravado. Alone striped from her family the tribe in the darkness of the cell she wept. She was kept away from the other slaves. The slavers whispered and pointed at her from the cell door. Mostly about how they were going to make much chet(fang) on her. Two weeks had past from her capture. Then one day they had her cleaned and presented to a single person. They seemed to grovel about him. Offering wine and food while they paraded Raredith around. The the man produced a small chest from a bag that couldn’t have possibly been in the bag. She was sold.
Raredtih was then taken to t large home. She was cleaned, given new fine cloths. Then taken in front of the man again. He introduced himself as Prince Amuduskel son to the Sorcerer-King of Urik. He then explained he part in his home. That’s when the worst set-in. she was to join the other women in is harem. She seemed to be the new favorite. Ostracized by the other women and abused by the prince. The prince enjoyed pleasure and inflicting pain. Time pasted.
Bad got worse and then slowly better. The prince showed an interest in her beside what she could fulfill physically for him. Raredith had inherited her mothers casting abilities and the prince had taken notice. He cultivated her abilities with training. After sometime she was offered privileges too. She was allowed to visit the market then come straight back. This new found freedom presented the best opportunity for her escape. So she planned.
The time had come everything was in place. She had relationships with guards that would guarantee that she could get outside the city gates. Then it would have to be her ability to run that got her the rest of the way.
Right outside the city is when things started to go wrong. Somehow the prince knew. He was right on her tail from the beginning. So she ran….she ran for hours and hours with the prince always just within sight. Was he playing a game? Driving her? And if so to what end? She didn’t know but she still ran with all her heart. The evening grew near and the prince even nearer. She took to the ravines like in her childhood but fatigue was setting in. At this point she could hear the prince shouting. “Run but you can’t hide my little one….My favorite little one…” Then she saw it a mist begun to form. Maybe this was her chance. The mist would offer some kind of concealment and with nightfall maybe escape. The last thing she heard running into the mist was the prince shouting…”I’ll hound you to hell and back my little one!!!… you’ll never escape me!!!!”
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