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Trapped Rat ~ "Kid"

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Ric:
Endurance



… They are afflicted ...
… With black stench …
… We, wise ones …
… Cannot save them …
… Salvation is null …
… Fight, we must …
… Never to rise …
… Never to return …
… We, wise ones …
… Are the afflicted …

Before Sid realized it, he was now eighteen years old.  In another few days, it will have been one year since he walked the streets of Calimport.  Although his new life had been difficult to adjust, the end result proved phenomenal.  With his calculative intelligence and improvements in his agility, he has taken a large step from what he once was.  However, he was still far in strength from his master, Markrael.

The path set before him was truly beginning to make sense, Sid felt.  His instructor explained in the beginning that as his training progressed, he would understand the grim reality of life and see the dark face of the living.  In a way, he discovered that there was no difference between humans, non-humans, and Caliban.  All of them had their share of terrible flaws and goods.

He also realized that he, himself, has his own share of terrible flaws.  The stranger known as ‘Blue’ pointed it out to him ever so clearly.  Because Sid was not willing to discuss his darkest fragmented memories, he truly did not hold much trust in anyone, and even with all the ‘friends’ he claimed to have, they could never be trustworthy.  Sid was also a very paranoid youth, and his constant strives to be aware of his surroundings led to a sort of obsession.  One he began to worry about someone or something, it would nearly take over all his other thoughts until the conflict was resolved.

In the end, the relationship he created with the cat could not be as many of his acquaintances had imagined.  While Markrael even gave permission of Sid to fall in love, he, himself, could not bare the weight of it.  The idea of protecting someone he loved meant a sort of commitment he could not multi-task with his training.  In those days of ‘happiness’, he discovered that a subtle weakness was forming, and so … He explained to her that he would protect, but not love.

And as he attempted to return to the path of training, he managed to disappoint his own instructor.  In all the conflicts he met in society, he lost discipline, and his own teacher could sense this.  In order to push Sid, his teacher threatened what he feared most, should he continue to show lacking toward the disciplines:  The threat of harm coming toward his friends.

These ‘friends’ were not fit for society, yet Sid felt a hidden desire to watch over them.  It was as if they were his long, lost brothers.  These men were picked on for the way they were, and they were not strong, certainly not.  Sid wanted to believe that they could find success in the new world they were living in by his guidance.  This desire to help him created a new challenge.  Should he fail to uphold his own training while trying to protect these men, their suffering would come from Sid’s failings.

He was afraid, yet he was motivated and prepared to tackle the challenge.  Sid was in control of the situation, and he could make a difference.  The young man had many to satisfy … His friends, Sivius and Anethet, wished to see Sid happy more, yet he knew he could only provide so much.  His master desired him to be focused and disciplined during his training.  His new friends counted on Sid for support and trust.

All of these expectations were to be held to the highest priorities.  There could be no mistakes in these, and with that, Sid dressed himself and stepped outside to face all of these each day that followed.

Ric:
Caged Snake



The troubled youth had been left in a twist of paths, for surrounding him were growing issues.  Near the peak of all the issues, he told those around him to let him know when he would be needed again.  The conflict was almost unbearable.  Sid did not wish anything to do with it any longer, unless it directly affected him.  He owed his dear friend aid, but he would wait for the right moment to provide it.

When he retreated to the outskirts with a rather distorted sense of what to do next, he witnessed a rather disturbing sight, to say the least.  An elven woman of soiled hope and lack of clothing appeared.  Before attention formed around this one, Sid already knew that this was a slave.  He knew what this sort of ‘attire’ by heart from his years in Calimport with certainty, and he was correct.

A sort of mystifying, yet disturbing beauty captured his brown eyes.  She was thin from lack of food, marked, and scarred all over.  This was the appearance of a woman who saw much bloodshed in her life.  As the gathering of outlanders formed to question her, one particular hooded woman took her from them.  She wasted no time ordering the slave in a crude language Sid could not decipher, nor could the outlanders.

When Sid offered her his canteen, she did not even waste a drip.  The poor thing was clearly lifeless and dehydrated, he felt.  When he offered to take her to safety, the hooded one took her away, claiming to be helpful.  He stalked the pair in suspicion, for he could see the fear and lack of life in the young woman’s eyes.  He knew already from that moment that she was not being led to safety, but shackles.

His suspicions were nearly correct.  The pair made their way to bath in a holy sanctuary, but it appeared that the bath was not meant for the slave, but her new, temporary owner.  Suspicion and anger were crawling up Sid’s backbone.  As the two took the leave, however, a group of guards drew their blades against the identified Drow ‘caretaker’ and spilled her blood over the cobblestones of Vallaki.

Sid immediately took the girl’s hand and escorted her to freedom:  Degannwy, his home where his family was.  He learned a lot of this woman, who revealed herself as Náriel, a former slave of Calimport, the Underdark, and Thay throughout her thirty year life.  It was, as Sid predicted.  Her tongue was severed at some point, leaving her way of speaking nearly impossible.  Upon reaching the elven settlement, he fed her and gave her his own garb.

He discovered that she was not an uneducated slave, for she had the ability to write quite clearly on cloth with his ink and feather quill he always kept.  They sat for hours exchanging messages while sitting together, and much was learned.  She, too, had been raised by her masters to kill, something she was not proud of nor trained correctly in.  She was, in essence, a caged snake.  When the conversation neared its end, Sid took care of her that evening and pondered what he would do next.

He could pass the knowledge and make her more effective, as well as passing on his ideals he formed with Markrael … Or he could leave her and let her live a life without murder.  What happened next would occur the following morning.

At least, that night, he slept, knowing he made an accomplishment, and that his heart once again found solitude.

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