(Due to light violence and the theme of slavery, if slavery is a touchy subject or bothers you please refrain from reading further. The in-game copy of these player written books can be obtained on Antonia Bayle. Author Vanesh Evengale will even sign the books ICly or OOCly for you ^_^) CHAPTERS ONE THROUGH EIGHT: Life in Neriak is a fickle and dangerous thing. Born of hate and envy, Innoruuk's prized creation, the Teir'dal, reign supreme. It is said that to be the first born son of a Nerian family is a glorious and honorable status; though not all Teir'dal firstborns will ever see that glory. It is no different here, for the man-child whose tale you read. A tale of would be glory turned to ash. Come then, if you would. Know the tale of The **** Child. It was the ninth year after the young Teir'dal's birth. Though the child was eagerly awaiting the celebration of his coming, his mother wept. “Our son, Daevik... he is ****.” Her jaw tightened to fight away the sting of mournful tears as she stared down to her child, obliviously playing in the streets below the darkened balcony of their home. Daevik slowly turned his gaze upon his wife as a slow breath was drawn into his lungs. “Shall his death be a gift to Innoruuk then my beloved?” He questioned Neetha quietly as to not alert the boy's keen ears. “All the platinum we've invested in his training. Ruined, spoiled! He taints everything that he touches! Innoruuk has fallen silent with us. Cursed us rather than giving us his blessing! Our little wretch would rather frolic in the forest tending to the wounded than raise a fist in anger. Useless.” Neetha hissed as her fingers curled around the banister. “YOU'RE USELESS VANESH!” She snapped down to the boy. Slowly, pale gray eyes lifted so that the boy could look at his mother in all of her rage. His satchel of roots was dropped to the stones at his feet as he felt the tears begin to come. His throat grew tight and his chest heavy as the well of emotion began to run high; though before his mother could say another word... he ran. Vanesh had run until his lungs were blazon and his legs could no longer carry him. Nestled among the boxes of cargo on the dock, the young boy pulled a Jumjum satchel over himself in an attempt to hide from his mother. Though Neetha and Daevik hadn't spotted the boy, there was yet another threat that had. A pair of dark leather boots stopped just in front of the quietly sniffling satchel; knees popping as the human crouched down to pull the satchel off of the boy's head. Curious and keen blue eyes met the watery eyes of the child, reaching out to snatch the boy up by the front of his shirt. “What... have we here, boys?” The human, Sulvian had given the boy a devious little grin as he watched him struggle and kick trying to set himself free. “ILHARN!” Vanesh screamed loudly as Sulvian only laughed at the fear that came pouring off of him. “Feisty little one isn't he?” Sulvian's words cut short as he glanced off to the side to Neetha and Daevik quickly approaching him. “Hands OFF of the wretch! Worthless as he is that is MY rat and not yours pale skin.” Neetha snapped as she reached for Vanesh and jerked him from the human's grasp. Vanesh stood holding the front of his shirt together as he looked wide eyed between his mother and the human; swallowing thickly as the human dared to approach them. “Worthless? Hardly&” Sulvian let his head tip off to the side as he reached out to try and take Vanesh up by the jaw as he studied his face. Vanesh squirmed beneath the human's grasp but his mother held him still as her chin tipped up to the human. “Oh? Are you offering something?” Neetha kept that brow raised as her violet eyes moved to her husband who merely stood aside with his arms folded over his chest, silent. “Five hundred platinum. Could make a fine slave of him.” Sulvian murmured quietly as he turned the boy's head to the side and lifted up an arm as if he were inspecting a piece of meat. Though Sulvian was hardly prepared for Vanesh to be shoved into him as Neetha held out her hand with her brows furrowed. “Deal.” Neetha seethed. “Ilharn! Xuat alu! NAU!” Vanesh screamed at the top of his lungs as Sulvian's crew drug the boy aboard their vessel. Neetha stood with a stony look as she sifted through the platinum coins Daevik held in the small chest beside her, ignoring the pleas from her child. Vanesh continued to wail and although the boy screamed for his father not to leave him, Daevik's eyes refused to lift from the dock. BETRAYED.