How long had it been?
It was no doubt months that we were their prisoners. Day after day, night after night. We were unable to fight them off.
It was only a matter of time until we broke. Well, until she broke. Somehow, I am able to cope. I know I have been defiled too much to return to the world I once lived in. But, I still have the will to live, and my mind hasn't been broken.
But poor Jurie...
Jurie at least is alive, though she seems to be looking into space, trying to scream but unable to find her voice.
There is only one thing that stirs her from the darkness she exists in.
The boy.
There was a boy accompanied by two of the most ferocious beasts I have ever seen. The witch, she opened the flap and I thought that would be the time I finally lost my mind, but it was that moment he appeared.
He looked at me, the filthied me, a tool for those vile things, and he knelt down and placed a warm hand on my cheek.
I was afraid of it.
But it didn't strike.
It didn't harm.
Yet, I was still afraid of it.
I motioned my head as best I could towards Jurie.
I'd like to think he understood.
He placed his hand unto her face and she didn't react at all. She just turned her head to look at him.
He carefully lifted her, as one would lift his beloved wife and carry her over the threshold, much as I wanted to do with her.
He exited the tent.
Would he come back for me?
The next sight I saw brought a horrific fear at first, yet the eyes weren't wicked.
I could tell this beast before me was not like those others. And careful not to be injured by his scales, the reptilian creature lifted me up as well.
Outside the tent, how long had it been?
I saw her again, prostrated on the ground but pointing the way to the exit.
It was that wicked witch who did aided them in doing vile things to us.
I hated her as much as one can hate.
Yet she lived.
As we were carried off and out of that hell, she lived.
God damn you.
How long did we travel for?
It wasn't long.
We arrived at a location that was filled with wagons and people.
Most were Soryn, like us, did they understand what happened to us just from how we arrived?
It was embarrassing, yet what is a bit of embarrassment in exchange for our lives?
We were taken to a certain wagon by the boy and the reptilian man. The female had already left us when we reached the wagons. In the wagon, there was a lone man in brown robes, and two women. One of the women was a Sylf, that is a Sylfar Ylf, and the other a fellow Soryn.
The man was careful not to touch us whilst examining our bodies, then he whispered something to the women before departing the tent. The two women who remained did their best to take care of us. They found some proper clothes, and dressed us after cleaning off our much-fouled bodies.
I was certain a whole day had come and gone while we were being cared for. During that night I was alone with Jurie, but she had no reaction, it was as if she was the living dead.
The next day, the boy came to visit, to see how we were doing. He was a kind person, and the most I had seen of Jurie was her stretch out her hand towards him.
Not taking advantage, yet he moved in and sat next to her, resting her body against his. His other hand was gently placed upon my head.
I'm sure we both tried to talk, but perhaps we weren't ready yet. So we all sat there, the boy telling us we would be alright, and that we were in safe company, and receiving for the first time in a long while, a touch that did not violate.
After a short while, he departed, promising to visit again, and for us to rest and recover and eat well when we were fed. It would be a couple of days until we reached the next town, so if we could hang on until then, we would have a nice soft bed and a full meal at an inn once we arrived.
Before he left, maybe he understood. But he placed the outstretched arm of Jurie in my lap, and placed my own hand over hers.
He wasn't a bad kid at all.
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<<PoV: Aboxinia>>
How horrifying!
The goblinoid menace had plagued these lands since the time of recordkeeping began.
I am only a mere six-hundred revos old, yet, I am so lucky to never have what happened to them happen to me.
It was late in the night when the boy came out of the woods with the two Serpentia. Both he and the elder male carried with them these naked soryn females, who were clearly on the receiving end of wicked violence.
I am a Ylf, a decendent of the Dryads and the Spritelings, so the blessings of Mother Moon are still in my blood. Though I can offer a healing touch, I am no priestess or cleric, the only healing I can give is superficial at best. But I have lived long, and know well how the body works.
There was a person in our caravan, a person whose Identity I know, and who wished to keep it a secret. Calling him a sage, I asked him to come to the wagon where the women would be taken.
Going over the bodies of the women, we offered what healing we could. He used what advanced knowledge he had to aid me. After that, a woman who was once an attendant to some nobles stopped by, and offered to help clean and dress them up.
Charity was not so common as I've come to know, but Soryn were strange ones. Some were quite greedy, others were selfless. No matter my judgment, when the man I knew was done with helping me, he whispered something to me that I had also come to terms with.
These poor women.
I stayed with them for a while, along with the soryn maid, but they were left alone with the maid peeking in on them from time to time. We had stopped for the night, and I was returning to the safest place for me within the caravan at night; the boy's tent.
As a Ylf, I am cursed with a supernatural charm. I can control it to an extent, even when I am asleep, yet much to my unexpected surprise, it seemed the boy was mostly immune to it.
Things like that have happened from time to time, it's not a certain thing, yet it was an anomaly, and one I was hoping to capitalize on.
He brought a spacious tent, and there was much room for us to share. In truth, I didn't give him much of an option. From the second day he began traveling with us, when I realized that he wasn't overcome with desire for me, I had unceremoniously forced myself on him.
Not like that.
Not exactly like that.
He had a private tent, and I was fairly certain he would not attack me while I rested. Fairly.
He was certainly good about receiving someone such as myself as a guest, but it was clear he did receive some effect from my presence. It was fun to watch him sweat in his sleep, absolutely sure that he was having provocatively lewd dreams.
I even went so far as to place his hand on my breast and thigh. At certain points his emotions betrayed him in his sleep.
He was a boy, after all, and I an older sister. It was my duty to tease him, tee-hee.
It was also interesting to note that he wasn't entirely Soryn. I would of course keep that secret to myself. It would only cause unnecessary trouble were it to be attached to his reputation now.
One of the benefits of traveling with him was the free food and the conversation. He also seemed to want to learn about Ylves and the Sylfar Forest which is the western border of the kingdom he lives in.
I tell him what I can, though it saddens me a bit when I see his eyes trail to the wooded areas on either side of us from time to time.
Knowing intimately the look of curiosity and desire, it's clear he is searching for Alyss, the Serpentia female that had joined us when we passed Sset's Glade, or as the rest of the kingdom calls it, Lunatic Lake.
The boy is a strange one though, he prefers to be alone, even when surrounded by his fellows. He has the courage of a serpent, and is caring as a Ylf might be.
When he is alone, I see him with a strange box from time to time, working on his hand weapons. They look like a tiger's claw, but they are made of the metals the Warden favor.
Sorynkind is very versatile.
Oh, it seems I might not have much to snack on later tonight. There is a youngling brat who is traveling with her half-starved sister that occasionally visits the boy.
He and the boy often laugh and share a part of the hardened bread together, putting a mixture of pressed berries and honey on it.
It's so unfair.
I wanted to eat that too.
I visit and check on the women who he brought in when I can, though they seem to have made little progress mentally.
We'll be arriving at the next town soon, or so the wagonmaster says. At any rate, there is little to do but keep a watch on things.
<<PoV: Jurie>>
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Hero.
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Sorry.
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Romy.
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Sorry.
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Hero...
...touch.
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Warm.
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(It'll be alright from now on.)
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Hero...
I died?
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Scary.
Scary one.
Romy... safe?
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Hero.
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Hero?
Where hero?
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Romy alright?
Women safe?
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Hero?
Oh hero!
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Don't go!
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Don't leave me alone.
Oh, Romy. You are safe.
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Warm...
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Hero...!
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