Cowards Illusion

FRAGMENT 3

Delmir was not so easily convinced that this demon was not actually great fun. At age ten, the boy still tried to be his friend, after all, his father never beat him for it.

Delmir descended the stairs into the servants quarters. A small, dark, fifteen by fifteen room. Enough room for four cots. Though, Maesha was the only one residing down there. The rest of the servants shared a room upstairs, and the kitchen staff had an adjoining room so they could always be ready if a meal needed preparing.

Maesha was sitting on the stone floor, leaned over slightly. His stringy black hair covered his face as he looked to the floor. He was fourteen years now.

Delmir came to sit in front of him. He had chestnut brown hair, and sharp, intelligent eyes.

“You are much too thin Maesha. You need to learn to behave yourself so my father won't be forced to punish you,” the brown headed boy spoke as he passed the demon a sweet roll.

Maesha knew by now that he was never going to see regular meals, regardless of if he were being punished or not. Master Halden did not see fit to feed such a disgraceful vessel.

Maesha didn't move or speak, and Delmir soon became bored and left. The slave watched him go, remembering that at one point they did play, and how much trouble he got into for it.