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It was hard to tell whether it might be considered night or day. The very first rays of sunshine had yet to break fully from beneath the horizon and, instead, just set a little glow of light grey across the sky. It was just slightly too light to be called night time. And yet the dim grey by which Neena could see the docks was cold, not warming in either temperature or colour, and could hardly be considered morning.
By all rights, Neena should have been asleep. Her sleeping patterns were peculiar and contradictory as was the same for most people who lived on a ship. A light sleeper by definition, she could be roused in a second when the rocking of the vessel she called home took a turn that was too violent to be considered normal or if her captain Hektor was to call upon her for help in the rigging. Yet, at the same time, she could doze through the worst of storms.
This morning, however, she was left wide awake by a night time watch that had seen them into harbour. Even at only seven years of age, Neena was an asset to the team that had brought the belly of the ship into the docklands. With strong eyesight - even at night - and an ability to climb over the mast and ropes like a monkey, Neena had aided her captain and father figure to direct the vessel into port. After which, she had continued to sit, high on her perch atop the mast, and witness the city into which they had arrived.
Full of lights - torches and lanterns - that lit nearby flowers and garlands of decoration into bright colour, Neena smiled as she watched the way that the last dregs of life had passed out into sleep in the wee early hours of the day. It had been several more since such movement had been seen but Neena wasn't tired. The idea of one day adventuring into the streets - streets that she was never allowed to explore because she was a young slave with the potential to run off or get lost - had kept her awake and watchful.
Watchful enough to spot a small duo of black clad men, carrying a long role of rug between them.
Her eyes narrowing and her attention caught by the only people in the city that seemed to be awake at such an hour, Neena watched from her invisible perch on high, crouched on her little watcher's nest and looking over its edge.
As they drew closer, Neena quickly realised that they didn't hold a rug or roll of fabric as it had appeared at first... but a curled up something wrapped in a sheet. The thing - whatever it was - was still, so perhaps they were transporting a bit of furniture...?
But as she watched, there was a moment of twitching inside the folds and suddenly the bundle became incredibly animated!
It was a kidnapping!
Neena's childlike mind cottoned on pretty quick to what she was witnessing, but it looked as if there was a small body inside that bedding, wrapped and kidnapped either in his sleep or perhaps knocked out so that he was subdued, and he had just come back into consciousness as the men had reached the docklands. And they were heading for a ship!
With her courageous spirit and not so mature mind, Neena didn't think to rouse the shipmen with whom she sailed or sound the alarm with a call for help.
Whilst some might have seen this as foolish, it was perhaps the safest thing she could have done for Creeders – though she knew not that that’s what they were - did not like attention and the slightest sound would have seen the hostage and herself killed in an instant.
Instead, through luck more than judgement, Neena hurried to scurry down the lagging to the deck of the vessel and then jumped into the waters with a splash that would be hidden by the rocking movements of the waters against the docks. Swimming as quietly as she could, Neena moved along the docks with her legs and arms working like a frog, following the shadow men and their haul until their paused and put the bundle down in order to see to the plank that would then gain them access to a boat. Whether the boat was theirs or not, Neena had no clue, but her attentions were on the bedding that had been tied around the body with rope but now parted in a way that showed a little hair and half a forehead.
Quickly, Neena reached up and hauled her little body onto the side of the docklands planking and waved the tips of her wet fingers over the edge, encouraging whoever it might be to look down between the planks and see her face.
"Hey." She said, in broken and accented Greek. "Are you okay?"
For all she knew, this guy might be injured, wrapped and roped for his own safety or health and being taken to a healer. She had no real means of knowing if he was there against his will. And she wasn't about to step up and do something unless she was certain it was needed. Those two in bandages had given her too much of the willies.
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It was hard to tell whether it might be considered night or day. The very first rays of sunshine had yet to break fully from beneath the horizon and, instead, just set a little glow of light grey across the sky. It was just slightly too light to be called night time. And yet the dim grey by which Neena could see the docks was cold, not warming in either temperature or colour, and could hardly be considered morning.
By all rights, Neena should have been asleep. Her sleeping patterns were peculiar and contradictory as was the same for most people who lived on a ship. A light sleeper by definition, she could be roused in a second when the rocking of the vessel she called home took a turn that was too violent to be considered normal or if her captain Hektor was to call upon her for help in the rigging. Yet, at the same time, she could doze through the worst of storms.
This morning, however, she was left wide awake by a night time watch that had seen them into harbour. Even at only seven years of age, Neena was an asset to the team that had brought the belly of the ship into the docklands. With strong eyesight - even at night - and an ability to climb over the mast and ropes like a monkey, Neena had aided her captain and father figure to direct the vessel into port. After which, she had continued to sit, high on her perch atop the mast, and witness the city into which they had arrived.
Full of lights - torches and lanterns - that lit nearby flowers and garlands of decoration into bright colour, Neena smiled as she watched the way that the last dregs of life had passed out into sleep in the wee early hours of the day. It had been several more since such movement had been seen but Neena wasn't tired. The idea of one day adventuring into the streets - streets that she was never allowed to explore because she was a young slave with the potential to run off or get lost - had kept her awake and watchful.
Watchful enough to spot a small duo of black clad men, carrying a long role of rug between them.
Her eyes narrowing and her attention caught by the only people in the city that seemed to be awake at such an hour, Neena watched from her invisible perch on high, crouched on her little watcher's nest and looking over its edge.
As they drew closer, Neena quickly realised that they didn't hold a rug or roll of fabric as it had appeared at first... but a curled up something wrapped in a sheet. The thing - whatever it was - was still, so perhaps they were transporting a bit of furniture...?
But as she watched, there was a moment of twitching inside the folds and suddenly the bundle became incredibly animated!
It was a kidnapping!
Neena's childlike mind cottoned on pretty quick to what she was witnessing, but it looked as if there was a small body inside that bedding, wrapped and kidnapped either in his sleep or perhaps knocked out so that he was subdued, and he had just come back into consciousness as the men had reached the docklands. And they were heading for a ship!
With her courageous spirit and not so mature mind, Neena didn't think to rouse the shipmen with whom she sailed or sound the alarm with a call for help.
Whilst some might have seen this as foolish, it was perhaps the safest thing she could have done for Creeders – though she knew not that that’s what they were - did not like attention and the slightest sound would have seen the hostage and herself killed in an instant.
Instead, through luck more than judgement, Neena hurried to scurry down the lagging to the deck of the vessel and then jumped into the waters with a splash that would be hidden by the rocking movements of the waters against the docks. Swimming as quietly as she could, Neena moved along the docks with her legs and arms working like a frog, following the shadow men and their haul until their paused and put the bundle down in order to see to the plank that would then gain them access to a boat. Whether the boat was theirs or not, Neena had no clue, but her attentions were on the bedding that had been tied around the body with rope but now parted in a way that showed a little hair and half a forehead.
Quickly, Neena reached up and hauled her little body onto the side of the docklands planking and waved the tips of her wet fingers over the edge, encouraging whoever it might be to look down between the planks and see her face.
"Hey." She said, in broken and accented Greek. "Are you okay?"
For all she knew, this guy might be injured, wrapped and roped for his own safety or health and being taken to a healer. She had no real means of knowing if he was there against his will. And she wasn't about to step up and do something unless she was certain it was needed. Those two in bandages had given her too much of the willies.
It was hard to tell whether it might be considered night or day. The very first rays of sunshine had yet to break fully from beneath the horizon and, instead, just set a little glow of light grey across the sky. It was just slightly too light to be called night time. And yet the dim grey by which Neena could see the docks was cold, not warming in either temperature or colour, and could hardly be considered morning.
By all rights, Neena should have been asleep. Her sleeping patterns were peculiar and contradictory as was the same for most people who lived on a ship. A light sleeper by definition, she could be roused in a second when the rocking of the vessel she called home took a turn that was too violent to be considered normal or if her captain Hektor was to call upon her for help in the rigging. Yet, at the same time, she could doze through the worst of storms.
This morning, however, she was left wide awake by a night time watch that had seen them into harbour. Even at only seven years of age, Neena was an asset to the team that had brought the belly of the ship into the docklands. With strong eyesight - even at night - and an ability to climb over the mast and ropes like a monkey, Neena had aided her captain and father figure to direct the vessel into port. After which, she had continued to sit, high on her perch atop the mast, and witness the city into which they had arrived.
Full of lights - torches and lanterns - that lit nearby flowers and garlands of decoration into bright colour, Neena smiled as she watched the way that the last dregs of life had passed out into sleep in the wee early hours of the day. It had been several more since such movement had been seen but Neena wasn't tired. The idea of one day adventuring into the streets - streets that she was never allowed to explore because she was a young slave with the potential to run off or get lost - had kept her awake and watchful.
Watchful enough to spot a small duo of black clad men, carrying a long role of rug between them.
Her eyes narrowing and her attention caught by the only people in the city that seemed to be awake at such an hour, Neena watched from her invisible perch on high, crouched on her little watcher's nest and looking over its edge.
As they drew closer, Neena quickly realised that they didn't hold a rug or roll of fabric as it had appeared at first... but a curled up something wrapped in a sheet. The thing - whatever it was - was still, so perhaps they were transporting a bit of furniture...?
But as she watched, there was a moment of twitching inside the folds and suddenly the bundle became incredibly animated!
It was a kidnapping!
Neena's childlike mind cottoned on pretty quick to what she was witnessing, but it looked as if there was a small body inside that bedding, wrapped and kidnapped either in his sleep or perhaps knocked out so that he was subdued, and he had just come back into consciousness as the men had reached the docklands. And they were heading for a ship!
With her courageous spirit and not so mature mind, Neena didn't think to rouse the shipmen with whom she sailed or sound the alarm with a call for help.
Whilst some might have seen this as foolish, it was perhaps the safest thing she could have done for Creeders – though she knew not that that’s what they were - did not like attention and the slightest sound would have seen the hostage and herself killed in an instant.
Instead, through luck more than judgement, Neena hurried to scurry down the lagging to the deck of the vessel and then jumped into the waters with a splash that would be hidden by the rocking movements of the waters against the docks. Swimming as quietly as she could, Neena moved along the docks with her legs and arms working like a frog, following the shadow men and their haul until their paused and put the bundle down in order to see to the plank that would then gain them access to a boat. Whether the boat was theirs or not, Neena had no clue, but her attentions were on the bedding that had been tied around the body with rope but now parted in a way that showed a little hair and half a forehead.
Quickly, Neena reached up and hauled her little body onto the side of the docklands planking and waved the tips of her wet fingers over the edge, encouraging whoever it might be to look down between the planks and see her face.
"Hey." She said, in broken and accented Greek. "Are you okay?"
For all she knew, this guy might be injured, wrapped and roped for his own safety or health and being taken to a healer. She had no real means of knowing if he was there against his will. And she wasn't about to step up and do something unless she was certain it was needed. Those two in bandages had given her too much of the willies.
Young Baelos wasn't supposed to be out alone at this hour. It was late. But to five year old Baelos, he could argue that it was early. He smirked to himself when he thought about that little loop hole. His mother surely couldn't argue with such logic! Besides, they'd been in this city for days, and Baelos still hadn't gotten to explore it the way he wanted. His sister was always with him, or he was always helping his mother with her herbs. Dianthe was great to play with, and he loved his twin, and he enjoyed learning about the many uses for plants... but sometimes Baelos just wanted some time alone, to be a boy and explore and throw rocks into the water just to see how big of a splash he could make! Or see what's in the darkness at the end of an alleyway. Was that too much to ask?
The city wasn't quite awake yet. And the silence felt like freedom to this little boy. Baelos laughed as he kicked his ball down the cobblestone path, causing a couple of cats to hiss and scamper away. The young boy skipped around a corner, looking for his toy, but he froze with wide eyes when he spotted two figures just down the lane, dressed in all black. With not a bit of skin showing, they looked like shadows come to life! The figures spotted him. He let out a nervous laugh and started to back away. The shadows lunged for him, and tried to run.
His world went black.
Next thing little Baelos knew, he was waking up to the sounds of water, to the feeling of being carried. He tried to reach for a spot on his head that was throbbing, but found himself wrapped to tightly in what seemed to be a sheet. He remembered the shadows that had chased him. He gasped and started to struggle. growling and cursing the men with every grown up word he knew. But his sounds were muffled by the gag in his mouth. and his movements were hampered by the ropes holding the tightly wrapped fabric in place around his small body.
The men set him down and the sheet slipped just enough so that he could just see his surroundings. He saw the masts of boats, smelled the salt water on the breeze. His heart thundered in his chest. He continued to struggle, trying to free himself before the shadow monsters came back to get him. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned his head, eyes wide, thinking this a new threat. But he saw a girl. "Help!" he screamed. Or tried to scream. The gag was a real hindrance to speaking clearly. Baelos's struggles made the sheet fall further down, revealing his full terrified face. "Help!" he tried to scream again. If he didn't get free, he knew that the shadow men would take him away on a boat and he may never see his mother or sister again!
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Young Baelos wasn't supposed to be out alone at this hour. It was late. But to five year old Baelos, he could argue that it was early. He smirked to himself when he thought about that little loop hole. His mother surely couldn't argue with such logic! Besides, they'd been in this city for days, and Baelos still hadn't gotten to explore it the way he wanted. His sister was always with him, or he was always helping his mother with her herbs. Dianthe was great to play with, and he loved his twin, and he enjoyed learning about the many uses for plants... but sometimes Baelos just wanted some time alone, to be a boy and explore and throw rocks into the water just to see how big of a splash he could make! Or see what's in the darkness at the end of an alleyway. Was that too much to ask?
The city wasn't quite awake yet. And the silence felt like freedom to this little boy. Baelos laughed as he kicked his ball down the cobblestone path, causing a couple of cats to hiss and scamper away. The young boy skipped around a corner, looking for his toy, but he froze with wide eyes when he spotted two figures just down the lane, dressed in all black. With not a bit of skin showing, they looked like shadows come to life! The figures spotted him. He let out a nervous laugh and started to back away. The shadows lunged for him, and tried to run.
His world went black.
Next thing little Baelos knew, he was waking up to the sounds of water, to the feeling of being carried. He tried to reach for a spot on his head that was throbbing, but found himself wrapped to tightly in what seemed to be a sheet. He remembered the shadows that had chased him. He gasped and started to struggle. growling and cursing the men with every grown up word he knew. But his sounds were muffled by the gag in his mouth. and his movements were hampered by the ropes holding the tightly wrapped fabric in place around his small body.
The men set him down and the sheet slipped just enough so that he could just see his surroundings. He saw the masts of boats, smelled the salt water on the breeze. His heart thundered in his chest. He continued to struggle, trying to free himself before the shadow monsters came back to get him. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned his head, eyes wide, thinking this a new threat. But he saw a girl. "Help!" he screamed. Or tried to scream. The gag was a real hindrance to speaking clearly. Baelos's struggles made the sheet fall further down, revealing his full terrified face. "Help!" he tried to scream again. If he didn't get free, he knew that the shadow men would take him away on a boat and he may never see his mother or sister again!
Young Baelos wasn't supposed to be out alone at this hour. It was late. But to five year old Baelos, he could argue that it was early. He smirked to himself when he thought about that little loop hole. His mother surely couldn't argue with such logic! Besides, they'd been in this city for days, and Baelos still hadn't gotten to explore it the way he wanted. His sister was always with him, or he was always helping his mother with her herbs. Dianthe was great to play with, and he loved his twin, and he enjoyed learning about the many uses for plants... but sometimes Baelos just wanted some time alone, to be a boy and explore and throw rocks into the water just to see how big of a splash he could make! Or see what's in the darkness at the end of an alleyway. Was that too much to ask?
The city wasn't quite awake yet. And the silence felt like freedom to this little boy. Baelos laughed as he kicked his ball down the cobblestone path, causing a couple of cats to hiss and scamper away. The young boy skipped around a corner, looking for his toy, but he froze with wide eyes when he spotted two figures just down the lane, dressed in all black. With not a bit of skin showing, they looked like shadows come to life! The figures spotted him. He let out a nervous laugh and started to back away. The shadows lunged for him, and tried to run.
His world went black.
Next thing little Baelos knew, he was waking up to the sounds of water, to the feeling of being carried. He tried to reach for a spot on his head that was throbbing, but found himself wrapped to tightly in what seemed to be a sheet. He remembered the shadows that had chased him. He gasped and started to struggle. growling and cursing the men with every grown up word he knew. But his sounds were muffled by the gag in his mouth. and his movements were hampered by the ropes holding the tightly wrapped fabric in place around his small body.
The men set him down and the sheet slipped just enough so that he could just see his surroundings. He saw the masts of boats, smelled the salt water on the breeze. His heart thundered in his chest. He continued to struggle, trying to free himself before the shadow monsters came back to get him. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned his head, eyes wide, thinking this a new threat. But he saw a girl. "Help!" he screamed. Or tried to scream. The gag was a real hindrance to speaking clearly. Baelos's struggles made the sheet fall further down, revealing his full terrified face. "Help!" he tried to scream again. If he didn't get free, he knew that the shadow men would take him away on a boat and he may never see his mother or sister again!
Neena blinked as the water in her hair kept dripping down on to her face and making her skin cold. Her eyes kept blurring with sea water and she had to shake her head like a dog to clear her sight. She hung upon the dockland boards, her lower body supported by the water in which she hung and her upper torso held up by her arms. Her skin was dark in the night-time hush but her eyes wide and bright.
When the little frame struggled and the cloth fell away from his face, it was clear that the victim in this scene was a little boy! Kept against his will and gagged across the mouth! His yell for help was muffled beyond comprehension but Neena didn't need to hear the word to know that he was being held against his will and now attempting to break free. She reached out in an effort to ungag him but the cloth was bound tight around the back of his head and she couldn't reach that far around him. Instead, her wet hand reached for the sheet he was held it and tried to pull at the folds. Only it didn't give way because the little boy was lying on the knots of the rope that bound him.
Even if she had been able to reach, Neena wouldn't have been able to free him regardless. Whilst her childlike mind, still immature with ideas of rescues and justice, sought a means of freeing him, an adult would be able to recognise the superfluous attempts of a little child trying to untie complex knots that she couldn't see with only one hand. For, if she let go of the dock with the other to try and pull at a rope from either side, she would sink beneath the water, clipping her jaw on the docks as she went down.
Giving up on the cloth and ropes with a frustrated exhale, Neena flickered the water from her hand and instead just held it out to the boy. If she couldn't unfasten the bundle, she would pull him from the bundle; like a snail from its shell.
"Give me your hand!" She whispered low and urgently, her fingers flapping at him in the darkness of the night. She had no idea that he was bound inside his entrapment and completely unable to offer her the fingers she needed to pull him free. And there was no way that she would be able to haul the entirety of him over the edge of the dock and through the waters without him drowning.
Starting to feel nervous of the time she was taking and whether the strange shadow men would be back soon - she didn't want to be taken along with the boy! - Neena waved her hand again with more urgency. "Come on!" She encouraged, her eyes turning worrisome as she watched the boy's face.
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Neena blinked as the water in her hair kept dripping down on to her face and making her skin cold. Her eyes kept blurring with sea water and she had to shake her head like a dog to clear her sight. She hung upon the dockland boards, her lower body supported by the water in which she hung and her upper torso held up by her arms. Her skin was dark in the night-time hush but her eyes wide and bright.
When the little frame struggled and the cloth fell away from his face, it was clear that the victim in this scene was a little boy! Kept against his will and gagged across the mouth! His yell for help was muffled beyond comprehension but Neena didn't need to hear the word to know that he was being held against his will and now attempting to break free. She reached out in an effort to ungag him but the cloth was bound tight around the back of his head and she couldn't reach that far around him. Instead, her wet hand reached for the sheet he was held it and tried to pull at the folds. Only it didn't give way because the little boy was lying on the knots of the rope that bound him.
Even if she had been able to reach, Neena wouldn't have been able to free him regardless. Whilst her childlike mind, still immature with ideas of rescues and justice, sought a means of freeing him, an adult would be able to recognise the superfluous attempts of a little child trying to untie complex knots that she couldn't see with only one hand. For, if she let go of the dock with the other to try and pull at a rope from either side, she would sink beneath the water, clipping her jaw on the docks as she went down.
Giving up on the cloth and ropes with a frustrated exhale, Neena flickered the water from her hand and instead just held it out to the boy. If she couldn't unfasten the bundle, she would pull him from the bundle; like a snail from its shell.
"Give me your hand!" She whispered low and urgently, her fingers flapping at him in the darkness of the night. She had no idea that he was bound inside his entrapment and completely unable to offer her the fingers she needed to pull him free. And there was no way that she would be able to haul the entirety of him over the edge of the dock and through the waters without him drowning.
Starting to feel nervous of the time she was taking and whether the strange shadow men would be back soon - she didn't want to be taken along with the boy! - Neena waved her hand again with more urgency. "Come on!" She encouraged, her eyes turning worrisome as she watched the boy's face.
Neena blinked as the water in her hair kept dripping down on to her face and making her skin cold. Her eyes kept blurring with sea water and she had to shake her head like a dog to clear her sight. She hung upon the dockland boards, her lower body supported by the water in which she hung and her upper torso held up by her arms. Her skin was dark in the night-time hush but her eyes wide and bright.
When the little frame struggled and the cloth fell away from his face, it was clear that the victim in this scene was a little boy! Kept against his will and gagged across the mouth! His yell for help was muffled beyond comprehension but Neena didn't need to hear the word to know that he was being held against his will and now attempting to break free. She reached out in an effort to ungag him but the cloth was bound tight around the back of his head and she couldn't reach that far around him. Instead, her wet hand reached for the sheet he was held it and tried to pull at the folds. Only it didn't give way because the little boy was lying on the knots of the rope that bound him.
Even if she had been able to reach, Neena wouldn't have been able to free him regardless. Whilst her childlike mind, still immature with ideas of rescues and justice, sought a means of freeing him, an adult would be able to recognise the superfluous attempts of a little child trying to untie complex knots that she couldn't see with only one hand. For, if she let go of the dock with the other to try and pull at a rope from either side, she would sink beneath the water, clipping her jaw on the docks as she went down.
Giving up on the cloth and ropes with a frustrated exhale, Neena flickered the water from her hand and instead just held it out to the boy. If she couldn't unfasten the bundle, she would pull him from the bundle; like a snail from its shell.
"Give me your hand!" She whispered low and urgently, her fingers flapping at him in the darkness of the night. She had no idea that he was bound inside his entrapment and completely unable to offer her the fingers she needed to pull him free. And there was no way that she would be able to haul the entirety of him over the edge of the dock and through the waters without him drowning.
Starting to feel nervous of the time she was taking and whether the strange shadow men would be back soon - she didn't want to be taken along with the boy! - Neena waved her hand again with more urgency. "Come on!" She encouraged, her eyes turning worrisome as she watched the boy's face.
Little Baelos pulled and twisted and tried so very desperately to free himself from his bindings. The girl hanging from the dock was reaching for him, calling for him to give her his hand. He wanted to. So very badly did he want to comply! He was scared. Terrified of what these strange wrapped men wanted with him. Where they going to take him? Who were they!?
Baelos whimpered at the rope burns that were quickly becoming sore and raw. The knots and the sheet around him were wound much too tight. And all his wiggling had not helped. He tried screaming. Maybe it would scare of his kidnappers and then he would have time to try to get free. To get home. Oh, how his mother was going to be so made at him for sneaking off and getting snatched like this! ANd what of his sister? His twin would be lost without him! He screamed as loud as he could. But the gag was so efficient that barely a squeal could be heard.
It was hopeless. He shook his head at the girl. He couldn't do it. He couldn't get free. A hot tear began to roll down his terrified face. He was certain he was going to die...
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Little Baelos pulled and twisted and tried so very desperately to free himself from his bindings. The girl hanging from the dock was reaching for him, calling for him to give her his hand. He wanted to. So very badly did he want to comply! He was scared. Terrified of what these strange wrapped men wanted with him. Where they going to take him? Who were they!?
Baelos whimpered at the rope burns that were quickly becoming sore and raw. The knots and the sheet around him were wound much too tight. And all his wiggling had not helped. He tried screaming. Maybe it would scare of his kidnappers and then he would have time to try to get free. To get home. Oh, how his mother was going to be so made at him for sneaking off and getting snatched like this! ANd what of his sister? His twin would be lost without him! He screamed as loud as he could. But the gag was so efficient that barely a squeal could be heard.
It was hopeless. He shook his head at the girl. He couldn't do it. He couldn't get free. A hot tear began to roll down his terrified face. He was certain he was going to die...
Little Baelos pulled and twisted and tried so very desperately to free himself from his bindings. The girl hanging from the dock was reaching for him, calling for him to give her his hand. He wanted to. So very badly did he want to comply! He was scared. Terrified of what these strange wrapped men wanted with him. Where they going to take him? Who were they!?
Baelos whimpered at the rope burns that were quickly becoming sore and raw. The knots and the sheet around him were wound much too tight. And all his wiggling had not helped. He tried screaming. Maybe it would scare of his kidnappers and then he would have time to try to get free. To get home. Oh, how his mother was going to be so made at him for sneaking off and getting snatched like this! ANd what of his sister? His twin would be lost without him! He screamed as loud as he could. But the gag was so efficient that barely a squeal could be heard.
It was hopeless. He shook his head at the girl. He couldn't do it. He couldn't get free. A hot tear began to roll down his terrified face. He was certain he was going to die...
Neena didn't know what to do. She knew what she wanted to do. Knew what was the right thing to do. A slave herself, she knew what it was like to be captive. Knew what it was like to be taken against your will. She was lucky in the set up that she had found. Lucky to be aboard a ship she liked, living a life of adventure that she felt naturally close to and being the slave of a man that she respected. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than she had heard tales of from other slaves as life and its passengers passed her by.
And given the rope and gag, this boy wasn't being taken by nice people.
Neena's instinct was the help. It was to get up there onto the docks and to start hacking at the cloth and rope with her little knife. With a blade only half an inch long and used for things like cutting fruits when she ate, it would have taken her hours to get through all of the bindings that held this boy fast. But she was determined to do it and see it through, because she was a young girl that believed in liberty even at the tender age of seven.
Yet, when Neena reached up, supported her weight on her forearms and hauled herself up towards the dock’s wooden pathway, her head coming up and her upper body coming into view, she stilled in a moment of fear when she spotted the approaching shadows of the young boy's captors.
Glancing down at the small kid and then back up at the scary men that walked without faces, Neena wasn't sure what to do and her hesitation cost her. She was dark of skin and dark of hair and at the moment, the wrapped kidnappers probably wouldn't be able to see her in the darkness. Another few steps and they would spot her. Perhaps take her too!
Suddenly, the images of that benevolent life, aboard the ship she liked with the captain she respected - the whole thing that had skirted through my mind only moments before - flashed into her vision again. All lost if she was to be taken alongside this boy. Bound and gagged and carried away against her will...
The fear of such a thing slackened the strength in her arms, drained her of her drive to play hero and had her sinking back towards the waters, her head and eyeline just over the edge of the wood once more, a look of contrition in her eyes.
'I'm sorry...' She mouthed at the kid and then ducked her head down and beneath the wooden planking when the kidnappers finally came to reclaim their prize, their ship now ready for boarding and their cargo needed for launch.
Watching silently from where she was perched, Neena kept herself hidden but dared not swim away - for the slightest noise in the waters might draw the attention of those scary walking shadows back towards her. Her heart went out to the boy as she saw him cry and she wondered what would happen to him... where his life was about to take him.
Neena wasn't one for believing in Gods, but she sent up a little prayer anyway...
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Neena didn't know what to do. She knew what she wanted to do. Knew what was the right thing to do. A slave herself, she knew what it was like to be captive. Knew what it was like to be taken against your will. She was lucky in the set up that she had found. Lucky to be aboard a ship she liked, living a life of adventure that she felt naturally close to and being the slave of a man that she respected. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than she had heard tales of from other slaves as life and its passengers passed her by.
And given the rope and gag, this boy wasn't being taken by nice people.
Neena's instinct was the help. It was to get up there onto the docks and to start hacking at the cloth and rope with her little knife. With a blade only half an inch long and used for things like cutting fruits when she ate, it would have taken her hours to get through all of the bindings that held this boy fast. But she was determined to do it and see it through, because she was a young girl that believed in liberty even at the tender age of seven.
Yet, when Neena reached up, supported her weight on her forearms and hauled herself up towards the dock’s wooden pathway, her head coming up and her upper body coming into view, she stilled in a moment of fear when she spotted the approaching shadows of the young boy's captors.
Glancing down at the small kid and then back up at the scary men that walked without faces, Neena wasn't sure what to do and her hesitation cost her. She was dark of skin and dark of hair and at the moment, the wrapped kidnappers probably wouldn't be able to see her in the darkness. Another few steps and they would spot her. Perhaps take her too!
Suddenly, the images of that benevolent life, aboard the ship she liked with the captain she respected - the whole thing that had skirted through my mind only moments before - flashed into her vision again. All lost if she was to be taken alongside this boy. Bound and gagged and carried away against her will...
The fear of such a thing slackened the strength in her arms, drained her of her drive to play hero and had her sinking back towards the waters, her head and eyeline just over the edge of the wood once more, a look of contrition in her eyes.
'I'm sorry...' She mouthed at the kid and then ducked her head down and beneath the wooden planking when the kidnappers finally came to reclaim their prize, their ship now ready for boarding and their cargo needed for launch.
Watching silently from where she was perched, Neena kept herself hidden but dared not swim away - for the slightest noise in the waters might draw the attention of those scary walking shadows back towards her. Her heart went out to the boy as she saw him cry and she wondered what would happen to him... where his life was about to take him.
Neena wasn't one for believing in Gods, but she sent up a little prayer anyway...
Neena didn't know what to do. She knew what she wanted to do. Knew what was the right thing to do. A slave herself, she knew what it was like to be captive. Knew what it was like to be taken against your will. She was lucky in the set up that she had found. Lucky to be aboard a ship she liked, living a life of adventure that she felt naturally close to and being the slave of a man that she respected. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than she had heard tales of from other slaves as life and its passengers passed her by.
And given the rope and gag, this boy wasn't being taken by nice people.
Neena's instinct was the help. It was to get up there onto the docks and to start hacking at the cloth and rope with her little knife. With a blade only half an inch long and used for things like cutting fruits when she ate, it would have taken her hours to get through all of the bindings that held this boy fast. But she was determined to do it and see it through, because she was a young girl that believed in liberty even at the tender age of seven.
Yet, when Neena reached up, supported her weight on her forearms and hauled herself up towards the dock’s wooden pathway, her head coming up and her upper body coming into view, she stilled in a moment of fear when she spotted the approaching shadows of the young boy's captors.
Glancing down at the small kid and then back up at the scary men that walked without faces, Neena wasn't sure what to do and her hesitation cost her. She was dark of skin and dark of hair and at the moment, the wrapped kidnappers probably wouldn't be able to see her in the darkness. Another few steps and they would spot her. Perhaps take her too!
Suddenly, the images of that benevolent life, aboard the ship she liked with the captain she respected - the whole thing that had skirted through my mind only moments before - flashed into her vision again. All lost if she was to be taken alongside this boy. Bound and gagged and carried away against her will...
The fear of such a thing slackened the strength in her arms, drained her of her drive to play hero and had her sinking back towards the waters, her head and eyeline just over the edge of the wood once more, a look of contrition in her eyes.
'I'm sorry...' She mouthed at the kid and then ducked her head down and beneath the wooden planking when the kidnappers finally came to reclaim their prize, their ship now ready for boarding and their cargo needed for launch.
Watching silently from where she was perched, Neena kept herself hidden but dared not swim away - for the slightest noise in the waters might draw the attention of those scary walking shadows back towards her. Her heart went out to the boy as she saw him cry and she wondered what would happen to him... where his life was about to take him.
Neena wasn't one for believing in Gods, but she sent up a little prayer anyway...
Baelos felt his heart - his hope - slipping away even as he watched the girl sink back below the docks. He didn't hear the foot steps of the shadow men coming up behind him. So when they grabbed him, his blood felt like ice running through his veins. He wanted to fight and scream. He wanted to bite and claw these men and get away. Get back to his mom and his sister. This couldn't be happening! No. Anytime now he'd wake up back in the bed he shared with his twin at the inn where they had taken residence while they were in Taengea. This was just a nightmare, and he would wake up. He would be safe. The little boy closed his eyes tightly and begged for this to be true.
Baelos was carried onto a ship and none too gently dumped into a cargo hold below deck. He knew what the room was, because he and Dianthe had spent many hours playing in the cargo hold on the shit that had brought them from Athenia to Taengea just days ago. No one bothered to untie him, or to remove the gag from his mouth. His jaw ached from it. His body hurt from the too tight bindings.
Baelos lay there. Wishing he had never gone out to play...
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Baelos felt his heart - his hope - slipping away even as he watched the girl sink back below the docks. He didn't hear the foot steps of the shadow men coming up behind him. So when they grabbed him, his blood felt like ice running through his veins. He wanted to fight and scream. He wanted to bite and claw these men and get away. Get back to his mom and his sister. This couldn't be happening! No. Anytime now he'd wake up back in the bed he shared with his twin at the inn where they had taken residence while they were in Taengea. This was just a nightmare, and he would wake up. He would be safe. The little boy closed his eyes tightly and begged for this to be true.
Baelos was carried onto a ship and none too gently dumped into a cargo hold below deck. He knew what the room was, because he and Dianthe had spent many hours playing in the cargo hold on the shit that had brought them from Athenia to Taengea just days ago. No one bothered to untie him, or to remove the gag from his mouth. His jaw ached from it. His body hurt from the too tight bindings.
Baelos lay there. Wishing he had never gone out to play...
Baelos felt his heart - his hope - slipping away even as he watched the girl sink back below the docks. He didn't hear the foot steps of the shadow men coming up behind him. So when they grabbed him, his blood felt like ice running through his veins. He wanted to fight and scream. He wanted to bite and claw these men and get away. Get back to his mom and his sister. This couldn't be happening! No. Anytime now he'd wake up back in the bed he shared with his twin at the inn where they had taken residence while they were in Taengea. This was just a nightmare, and he would wake up. He would be safe. The little boy closed his eyes tightly and begged for this to be true.
Baelos was carried onto a ship and none too gently dumped into a cargo hold below deck. He knew what the room was, because he and Dianthe had spent many hours playing in the cargo hold on the shit that had brought them from Athenia to Taengea just days ago. No one bothered to untie him, or to remove the gag from his mouth. His jaw ached from it. His body hurt from the too tight bindings.
Baelos lay there. Wishing he had never gone out to play...