The Slave

Chapter 14

        The memories running through my brain like water.   My bones sucking in the the waters of pain, like a sponge.   

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    "Your Majesties, it such an honor for me on behalf of Ailouros Country. To congratulate you, on finding your long awaited mate. To imagine that your mate has been in our country all along, most have been. Shocking. I can only imagine how you got him, from my brother." 

"What are you getting at Delton?" Lieon asked, his voice sounding like a sea of calm raging waters. 

"Well. My brother is missing and your mate was his slave." Delton said. 

"Where was he last seen?" Lieon asked.  "In Lord Lin Jin Longs manor on the twentieth of October. Your Highness." 

Twenty first of October was the day of the night that the two Alphas kings found their mate.  Anger crawled into them like maggots. Seth wanted to explode like a balloon, but he had held himself from doing such.  "We'll send out a search party tomorrow." Lieon said. 

"Thank you, your Majesties." After Delton' words were said he left their presence and the ball carried on as if nothing happened. Carrying on as scheduled. 

Deep in the halls of the ones that are gone, Athiss would dance with death and life. They would spin him around, till he forgets all his problems. He would dance on till the pillers of the howl did crumble and fall. 

And he never wanted to leave.

Never wanted to leave.

Athiss woke up in an empty bed feeling nothing but fiery pain, in his abdomen. Sweats covered his body like a second skin. He began to roll around on the bed in pain, with silent tears to running down his eye like marathon runners.  He was in so much pain, that he didn't even have the energy to scream. Athiss remembered the first time he had ever experienced such pains. He was fifteen at that time and that was when he found out that he was carrying his master's child. 

Athiss knew he was pregnant from the second the pain was birthed into him. If was the exact pain he felt when he was pregnant the first time. Although Athiss had no idea why he felt such pains while pregnant. It was a question that no one found worth answering.  Athiss would never forget what happened, that lead to Athiss giving birth to that child. Athiss was fifteen when one of his formal Masters had went to rut for a week.

Unfortunately for Athiss he was his master's rut reliever doll. That Master of his was a high breed, a mixture of a lion and an eagle. A week after his master's rut ended, the abdominal pain started. The intensity of the pain he felt that time, was just the same as the pain he felt know. As the pregnancy progress the number of times he was stabbed with the knife of pain, had reduced little by little. 

Athiss remembered carrying that child, for six month in him. In those six months he felt more pain than he had ever felt in his life. The pain was more than enough to last a lifetime. But in those six months, Athiss was treated well. He was shown love and care for the first time in his life. His formal Master had treated him like a precious jewelry, like an egg. When his master had found out he was pregnant, his master had followed him like a fly following a dead body.   When Athiss found out that he was pregnant, he had instantly hated the child. He didn't hate the child for the pain the child has coursed him, but for the life the child will have. A life that he could only dream of having. It angered and pained him to know that something that is a part of him would be happy and he, Athiss never will be. 

He hated the child so much, that he had prayed that he would have a miscarriage. The idea of killing the child has crossed his mined but Athiss quickly said no without thinking twice and after that the idea. never came back to the front of his mind.   Yes, he hated the child, but Athiss would never take the life of an innocent child. The child had done nothing but exist. It wasn't the child's fault that he was a slave, it was someone else's. It was a nameless and faceless person's fault, not the child's.  

On the day of delivery, after giving birth to the child. He had asked to see the child. When he looked at the eyes of the child and saw the duplicate of his eyes. His eyes stired back at at him, as if he was looking into a mirror. At that moment the anger and hatred turned into love. An unconditional never dieing true love. The child was the first person Athiss had ever loved. He knew that the day of delivery would he the first and last time he would ever see the child, hear his cry's. So he left the child with a gift.

"Blessed." He said. 

"Blessed." He repeated. 

"Your name is Blessed. You shall forever be blessed with nothing but good." Tears ran away from Athiss eyes, as he looked at the child with a gentle smile on his face.   The child's name was not Blessing but Blessed. The child would forever be inflicted with the curses of the blessed one. 

Blessed.   

"Ayah,  

ayah,  

water run away my eyes oh.  

Ayah, 

ayah,  

water run away my eyes oh.  

Water ohhhh. 

Wataaaaa.

  Water run away my eyes oh. 

Ayah!

Ayah!

Water run away my eyes oh." 

[ If you want to get the tune of this song, understand the gravity of the words and where the song came from. Then I'll advise you to start by listening to the song called 20 10 20 by Burna Boy. Then you can progress from there.] 

Athiss sang this song with a video, a melody, a tune that depicted the pain in his heart. This song was a song that was sang amongst the slave. It wasn't a consoling song but a song that made water run away from the eyes of the person singing it or leasing, a person that understood the the meaning of the words. It was a song of pain that had no slither of hope found in it.  It was a song that told the suffering of people in just a few words.  

Water run away my eyes.  Constant pain, constant sorrow, constant suffering, with no hope of it ever stoping in this life.   Ayah! 

An exclamation of pain.   Athiss stared at the celine, as water ran away from his eyes.     

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I bless you. 

I bless those who bless you. 

And those who curse you, I turn their curses to blessings and I curse them for you sake. 

You are, Blessed.