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Bootsteps sounded above you. They were searching for you. You could see them through the cracks of the floor above the cellar. On this day, nineteen years since your birth, a slaver came looking for you. The floor creaked with his every step. He was Dranik, the albino slaver under the new king of Oskein.

You were only one year past adulthood. Your cousins had hidden you successfully last year, when you had just become of age. But the safety didn’t last as long as you’d hoped.

Oskein had once been ruled by your grandfather, but after a savage attack by the barbarian Thralskor, The Man of Many Furs, he was killed. And Thralskor became the new king, ruling with an iron fist.

“Where is she? I know she is here.” Dranik’s voice was commanding, and harsh.

“We don’t know what you are talking about. She was killed in the coup.” Your cousin Letty said, sounding terrified. She was clinging to her husband, shaking like a leaf. Even he was too scared to act.

That only served to anger Dranik further. “You are her last remaining family. I know you are hiding her. If you tell me where she is, I might think twice about burning this place to the ground.”

“You can search the entire place. I promise you, she is not here!” Letty pleaded with him.

“I will hold you to that. If I find her, you’ll all burn for her. Is that what you want?”

“Letty…” Her husband started. He was scared. And fear makes you do foolish things.

“Harry, no. She is not here.” Letty glared at him, trying to drive in the point.

“Please, Harry, go on. You and I can come to an understanding, as men.” Dranik smirked, ignoring Letty.

“You swear to leave my family?” Harry stared at the floor. At you. An apology was in his eyes.

“Harry, no!” Letty hung on his arm, begging.

“I swear on my life.” Dranik put his hand to his chest and bowed a small bit, a smug look on his face. He had gotten to him. He then followed Harry’s eyes to the floor. You covered your mouth and held your breath. “Men, search the cellar.”

You dove toward the outer doors, but they opened. Men with leather armor and furs poured in, grabbing you. They held a scold’s bridle and a length of rope. Your back against the wall-- you had no chance.

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Bootsteps sounded above you. They were searching for you. You could see them through the cracks of the floor above the cellar. On this day, nineteen years since your birth, a slaver came looking for you. The floor creaked with his every step. He was Dranik, the albino slaver under the new king of Oskein.

You were only one year past adulthood. Your cousins had hidden you successfully last year, when you had just become of age. But the safety didn’t last as long as you’d hoped.

Oskein had once been ruled by your grandfather, but after a savage attack by the barbarian Thralskor, The Man of Many Furs, he was killed. And Thralskor became the new king, ruling with an iron fist.

“Where is she? I know she is here.” Dranik’s voice was commanding, and harsh.

“We don’t know what you are talking about. She was killed in the coup.” Your cousin Letty said, sounding terrified. She was clinging to her husband, shaking like a leaf. Even he was too scared to act.

That only served to anger Dranik further. “You are her last remaining family. I know you are hiding her. If you tell me where she is, I might think twice about burning this place to the ground.”

“You can search the entire place. I promise you, she is not here!” Letty pleaded with him.

“I will hold you to that. If I find her, you’ll all burn for her. Is that what you want?”

“Letty…” Her husband started. He was scared. And fear makes you do foolish things.

“Harry, no. She is not here.” Letty glared at him, trying to drive in the point.

“Please, Harry, go on. You and I can come to an understanding, as men.” Dranik smirked, ignoring Letty.

“You swear to leave my family?” Harry stared at the floor. At you. An apology was in his eyes.

“Harry, no!” Letty hung on his arm, begging.

“I swear on my life.” Dranik put his hand to his chest and bowed a small bit, a smug look on his face. He had gotten to him. He then followed Harry’s eyes to the floor. You covered your mouth and held your breath. “Men, search the cellar.”

You dove toward the outer doors, but they opened. Men with leather armor and furs poured in, grabbing you. They held a scold’s bridle and a length of rope. Your back against the wall-- you had no chance.