Fallen World

So far:: Painful memories from Daithi, and Makalani is being whipped.
Included:: info on where everyone is, and a suprise from outside...
New chapter tomorrow
~Loki


*Makalani’s POV*

Breathe.

Hot tears were running down my face, as another wound was opened on my back. I could dimly hear the cries of others, the screams of the Master; all I could do was breathe.

It hurts…

My breath was hitching, and warm blood was flowing down my arms and legs, into my eyes and clotting in my hair. My energy was running out, just like me blood.

Ket…

The image of my wife flashed before my eyes. She was smiling at me, and waving. My son, Nami, was in her arms and they looked so happy…
That was the last thing I saw, before they took them.

*Normal POV*

Makalani fell to the ground, as the Master (the same one who had thrown Kata from the stairs) stood and licked his whip free of crimson.

“I always enjoy your blood, slave. It’s fiery, just like you.” he playfully kicked Makalani’s body, “Tend to him. I want to see him…later.” The Master gathered a palm full of the spilled blood and walked off, licking it as if it were candy.

“Makalani! Are you okay?!” Daithi ran to his fallen body and skidded to a stop next to him.

“Do I…look okay…you damn fairy?” Makalai said jokingly, as he tried to hoist his upper body up. Blood dripped from his face and soaked his chest, as he raised his yellow eyes to Daithi, he smiled weakly.

The fairy took his arms and let Makalani fall onto his chest. Sekhmet, who had ran from her job when she heard her brother was being whipped, helped both of them stand, as they limped back to their living hole.

They called it a hole, because it was one. The slaves lived in holes carved into the side of the mine. It wasn’t very big, only two rooms and four to five people lived in each. Whenever they had to bathe, they went to the well (there was only one per every fifty miles) and washed themselves as best as they could.

Back inside, Daithi set the wounded Catten on a makeshift chair, made of scraps of wood, as Sekhmet retrieved some bandages. They stripped him of his shirt and wrapped his back in the somewhat clean linen as tight as they could manage. Daithi rubbed his hands together, and chanted under his breath as a white light fell on Makalani’s wounds.

“You’re getting better at this.” Makalani said, as his wounds closed to a tolerable level.

“Well, I do it at least every night.” Daithi blushed.

“Which reminds me, how is she doing?”

“Hasn’t woken yet. I need to work on her; it will take a lot more to heal her wounds.”

“If it takes more, why did you heal me?!” Makalani yelled. Daithi took a step back and stammered, “I’m sorry! But I needed to stop the bleeding! Please don’t yell at me…”

“Chane!” (Brother!) Sekhmet yelled and flattened her ears, “Don’t get mad at Daithi when he was trying to help you.”

“Su’re chani…” (Sorry, sister…) Makalani said, feeling guilty, “Sorry Daithi.”

“It’s okay but, I wish you wouldn’t use your native tongue…it confuses me.” Daithi disappeared into the other room.

*Kata’s POV*


There was a murmuring sound as I woke, and I found my body surrounded by a white light. I gasped, and the white haired man looked over at me.

“Oh! Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” It was the same soft spoken man from earlier, and I reached out my hand to touch him. He took it, after some hesitation, and smiled at me.

“My name is Daithi, who are you?”

“Kata.” I blinked at him, “Where am I? Where is everyone else? Did anyone else make it? You have to tell me!”

“I’m afraid…I can only answer one of those things. You are in the Mines of who knows where. We all come from different places.” Different places?

“Do you know of anyone named Baku?”

“…I’m sorry, but I don’t. Was he a lover of yours?”

“He’s my brother. He left two years ago.” I looked down. My body…something was wrong. I had breasts…much bigger than the ones that were growing in before. My hands seemed larger and my hair was longer.

“What happened to me?” I asked, my voice getting high with impending panic. Daithi’s eyes widened, “Oh please, don’t cry! I don’t like seeing people cry…” He grabbed my shoulders softly, “You were time frozen. They suspended you in some sort of spell, so your mind was asleep, but your body still matured.” I looked into his eyes, not quite grasping the reality.

“How long was I out?”

“I wouldn’t know I have only been here for two years, how old were you when you last remember?”

“Ten.”

“Then…from the looks of you…” he looked me over, eyes flitting up and down, “I’d say about fifteen.” He looked away, “Sorry…”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I didn’t mean to offend you by looking at you…well… there.” he pointed to my breasts.

“It’s okay.” I chuckled, “Hey, it doesn’t hurt anymore!”

“I healed you, but I wouldn’t go working for awhile.”

“Okay.” I sat up, and slowly got off the hammock. Stumbling, I realized that I was several inches taller then I used to be. And naked.

“Yipe!” Daithi blushed horribly, and fell back against the wall. I quickly grabbed a sheet, and covered myself.

“Are you okay?”

“I-I…never seen…girl naked…” He was shaking and fell to a sitting position.

“I didn’t realize…”

“Daithi, what’s takin’ so long- oh!” a strange man rushed in and froze, his eyes locked on me. He was wrapped in bandages from the waist up. His tan ears perked up from dirty blond hair. He wore a copper band around his forehead, which matched a hoop earring in his cat-like ears.

“Um…hi…”

“Hello.”

“Eep.” Came from Daithi.

“You need clothes.” he said, looking at the floor now.

“That’d be nice.”

“Tre ganas…” (Nice rack) he said and laughed.

“Deca le shoka.” (I can hear you) I replied. His jaw dropped, “Su-su’re! You can understand me?”

“Sa.” (Yes)

His tail swished with embarrassment, and he ran into the other room. A moment later, an older girl came with black hair. She sighed as she looked at the crumpled man on the floor.

“Really now…you need to get over this innate fear of women.” he gave no response, and the girl looked over at me.

“I made these for you; had to measure you while you were out.” She held out a tannish shirt and long skirt.

“Women aren’t allowed to wear pants, I’m afraid.” She shooed Daithi out of the room, who was more than happy to leave the “nakedness”. I walked slowly to a darker corner and began to change.

“I’ll give you a few of the rules here, as insane as they are. One: the Masters, er, the ones who carry whips, must always be called Master. Two: We must never look upon the Master’s face; my brother always does this,” She rolled her eyes, “Three: The Masters are free to do whatever with us as they please at all times. And that’s…,” she lowered her voice, “That’s something they do a lot.”

“We can’t fight back?” I asked, surprisingly not stunned. She shook her head, “We can TRY, but they’re much stronger than us, and even if we do manage to get the upper hand, more of them come.”

“Well, what if we gather together, to fight them off?” I had finished changing and stepped into the light. My hair trailed behind me; it was down to the floor and then some. She just smiled softly and led me into the main room.
There at a makeshift table, was Daithi and the younger boy.

“My name is Sekhmet,” the girl said, “And this is Makalani, my younger brother.” Makalani smiled at his name. “Daithi, you already know. Chane, I need your ‘help’.” Makalani nodded and went under the table, dug up some earth to reveal a short knife. It was elaborate gold and had a shining blade.

“Stole it off of one of the Masters. He never noticed.” Makalani stepped around behind me, and took hold of my hair firmly in his fist, “It’s not good to have long hair around here, trust me.” With a quick slice he cut off most of it, till it was left hanging jaggedly at my shoulders. Then, he buried both the hair and the knife back in the ground.

Outside, a horn sounded and everyone looked toward the door.

“Work is over…it’s time.” Daithi said softly, losing what was left of his color.

“Time? For what?” I asked, looking at all of their gloomy faces.

“The Choosing. We have to go out now.” Makalani said, and I followed the others out the door.

*Normal POV*

On top of the staircase stood three of the Masters. One was the same one who had whipped Makalani into submission before, the other had red hair and one eye was sewed up. The third was a blonde, with long hair dangling in his eyes. The leader, the one with blue hair, stepped forward. Down below, all of the slaves were gathered and waiting nervously.

“Peasants! Scum of my eyes! It is time for the Choosing!” He surveyed the large crowed with eagles’ eyes and without warning, jumped down into the middle of it. Black leathery wings sprouted from his back, and he swooped down with sudden claw like hands, as he picked up a small child from the ground.

“BLOODFEST!” Someone cried and everyone scattered as Masters poured out of the small doorway and zoomed down to catch their victims.