Chronicles Of The Kakonia

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Recap- Clara has just met Aiden, who was going to kill her. However, Andrew came to save her and now she's offically a helot (slave) An adaption from Sparta culture but, whatever.
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Sometime later Clara was huddled in the corner of a small room that served as Andrew’s office. She was shaking and in pain. The mark of the Kakonia royal family branded into the small of her back still burned.
“What kind of barbaric society is this?” whispered Clara to no one. She had found out what helot meant, ‘slave’. She was a slave, a fucking slave for an asshole of a king that nearly had her killed just because she was a human. As far as Clara was concerned everyone else looked human. Granted all the men she had seen were Greek gods.
“Fucking fantastic I land in a world of Amazon men and they look at me like I’m trash” muttered Clara “I want to go home”
“I’m afraid that’s out of the question” came the voice of Andrew reentering his office. “Your home is a world away and I’m afraid you’re a helot now” replied the man in remorseful tone. “I’m sorry but it was the only thing I could think of to save your life”
“It’s okay, you saved my life from that psycho” replied Clara offering a weak smile to the kind soldier. Andrew may have had a small stature compared to the others, but as far as, Clara was concerned he was very hot, like Ryan Reynolds hot. Andrew should at six feet or half an inch shorter. Messy light brown hair sat atop his head with warm brown eyes to match. Clean shaven on a rather teenaged looking face with narrow shoulders. The rest of him, though covered in black fabric and armor, was riddled with muscle giving him a wondrous medium build. Clara knew her friends back home would eagerly strip him down and make a meal out of him. To be honest Clara would gladly do the same, if the circumstances would have been different.
“The king is…well…he can be harsh in his decisions but he’s not that bad” commented Andrew breaking Clara’s thoughts.
Clara gave a glare “You could’ve of fooled me. He seems like an evil guy” muttered Clara bitterly. That bastard would have had her killed.
Andrew huffed; He couldn’t really blame the woman for being upset with their king. Lord Aiden didn’t make the best first impression on the poor foreigner and knowing his lordship, the woman’s opinion of the king wouldn’t improve anytime soon.
“I brought you some clothes…well more like your uniform” announced Andrew handing a bundle of light brown clothes to Clara.
Clara took the offering hesitantly. “Thanks…I guess” she commented inspecting the outfit. It was just an oversized shirt with baggie shorts and the fabric was thin, thin enough to see through the garment. “Um…got anything…less see through?” asked Clara.
“Sorry, you’ll find that most of our clothing is very thin, the heat and all” commented Andrew.
“Oh…Um…so…so what are my duties in this place?” Clara dreaded asking this question. Usually a slave did the awful things no one else wanted to do and they were beaten and raped.
Oh god…I’m going to die here, thought Clara.
“Well your mine responsibility so you’ll be assisting me in my duties”
“I…I…don’t fight or know much about soldier stuff…you know…”
Andrew chuckled at that, it was a warm sound that but Clara at ease unlike the chilling sound that came from the white haired devil. “You won’t be doing that. I hardly think you could survive basic training,”
Your right, buddy, I find jogging on the treadmill exhausting. Considering the men in this place they must work out every day, thought Clara.
“Well…my job is more administrative than anything else…unless war breaks out or something. I do paperwork most of the time for his highness and the Capitan to go over. Sometimes I observe the cadets, bark out orders, and fuss at people. Not very exciting, but it puts meat on the table. In any case you’ll be delivering papers all over the castle…”
“I’m a mail girl!” exclaimed Clara shocked
“…I guess…Is that a problem?”
“No! It’s that…well…I never expected a slave to push papers”
Andrew smiled at that “Well that’s what I need an assistant for, but if you rather do heavy labor you could work in the stables or farm or…”
“No! No this is perfectly fine” agreed Clara.
Paper, I did that for a living back home, I can surly do this for a while, maybe I’ll find a way back home, thought Clara.
“So do I live here at the castle or something? Am I going to be locked in closet or chained to a wall” asked Clara nervously.
“Good grief, we’re not that barbaric. I’m guessing that’s what you’re thinking. I heard that the human world is way advanced like demons” commented Andrew
“I guess this place pretty medieval, but…aren’t you guys human…you look human and you don’t have the fangs and stuff” asked Clara confused.
“At some point in our history we were human like you, but that changed when Keeva blessed the First King and his kin. We may still look human but we are far from our roots” explained Andrew.
“How so?” questioned Clara “How are you so different, minus the whole Adonis thing”
“Well…We Kakonia are much stronger than a mortal, are senses and reflexes rival a demons. We heal faster and can take a great deal of damage without dying. However, I suppose, the biggest difference between Kakonia and humans is that we have longer life-spans. The average person can live up to mid five hundreds…”
“F…five hundred years old! Are you serious?!” exclaimed Clara.
“Yes…I’m one hundred and forty myself.” Commented Andrew
“You’re shitting me!”
“I shit you not. Nobles have even longer life spans and well… his highness is immortal”
“Huh?”
“It is was ordained by Keeva that those in the royal family are immortal in the sense that they will not age after a certain point and live forever, however that’s hardly the case since many other kings have ruled before King Aiden”
“So the ass is immortal, so why don’t the kings last?”
“To be a Kakonia you have to be strong and I’d be lying if I said that this wasn’t a murderous society. Kings are assassinated, killed in battle, can get diseased and what not. The norm that no king as lived passed a thousand years on the throne, minus Lord Aiden”
“How long has he ruled?” asked Clara wide-eyed with astonishment.
“Over ten thousand years…”
“Oh my god!” exclaimed Clara
“Lord Aiden is the best king the empire has had in a long time and he is the strongest Kakonia alive. A true king of kings” answered Andrew is a fond look in his eyes. “Anything else you like to know?”
“Who’s Keeva?”
“Keeva? I guess you humans have different belief system than everyone else, even those in the Other Realm believe in Keeva. To answer your question Keeva is the Goddess of Darkness, Mother of the Shadows, and Creator of all creatures that dwell in the dark. She is our main deity and we share our devotion to her with the demons. You could say we and the demons are rivals for the affection of Keeva. Of course there are other gods that people worship. Harpies worship Hellina the Goddess of Fire for example. We Kakonia take Keeva very seriously but we won’t force our beliefs on anyone. As the priestess’s say ‘Keeva only cares for those who devote themselves to her, the others can wither in pain and suffering for their indifference for Keeva has no time to worry about the non-believers’ or something like that” finished Andrew. His thoughts wondering back when he was forced to go to temple as a child
“Okay then…” Clara wasn’t a religious person. She figured she’s worry about the beyond when she got there. So far this Keeva stuff sounded harebrained to her, but whatever, as long as, they didn’t shovel this down her throat she was fine with it.
“Um…you seem to know about my world, but I’ve never heard of yours, Mr. Andrew” commented Clara.
“You can just call me Andrew, though you’ll have to be more formal with the others. As for knowledge on your world, it’s more of second hand information. Demons pass through other worlds in their restlessness and there have always been natural openings from world to world. Citizens that live on the border between our countries tell stories of the other worlds and their people that drift through. It’s been said that humans tend to ignore outsiders or put a lid on them…I guess…I’m not sure”
Good god, those sci-fi nuts were right! Government conspiracy or science experiment done wrong, I mean is it really true that their other dimensions with people in them? This is some crazy shit! Nuts it what it is, thought Clara
“Are you going to break down again Clara?” asked Andrew, ready for the girl to have another nervous break -down like she had after the branding.
“No…no, I’ll be fine” whispered Clara.
“Well let’s be off Clara. You don’t have quarters yet so you’ll be staying with me. We should be off, I have to cook dinner” commented Andrew.
Walking outside into the massive courtyard, Clara finally got to view the full castle. It looked like something from a fantasy movie.
Like the evil king’s castle where’s he either holding a princess or plotting the down fall of the hero, though Clara bitterly.
The structure was intimidating to say the least and the stone was practically black making it look sinister. As Clara followed behind Andrew she couldn’t help but gaze back at the structure.
“That’s Castle Damien. Named after the first king” commented Andrew
“Oh!” It’s so big, makes me feel like an ant in comparison, thought Clara.
The gates ahead of Clara weren’t anything to sneeze at either. The gates and it watch towers soared up at four stories with massive iron bars four inches thick. Full armored guards stood at attention with large spears in their hands. They stood rigidly at attention when Andrew drew closer, saluted him as he walked past.
“Have a good evening Lieutenant” the guards said in unison. Andrew gave a nod in acknowledgment.
Clara followed over the bridge and onto the street. The two suns were setting casting and orange glow on the scenery. In the distance there was another wall that was similar to the wall that surrounded the castle.
“That’s the outer wall; we just came from the inner wall. This area is for soldiers and servants of the castle. Beyond the outer walls is the rest of city” said Andrew verging to the left.
They walked for at least ten minutes before they reached a large open street. There were rows of simple stone houses with small yards in front of them. It reminded Clara of a normal neighborhood back home, minus the orange trees with thorns on them.
“Is this where you live?” asked Clara.
“Yeah, this is housing for officers and their families” replied Andrew with a smile. “It isn’t a nobles manor but it suits my needs fine”
They came to the third house in the row. The yard was like a meadow, with tall grass and some small flowers peeking up through the grass. Some wooden building blocks were scattered on the stone walkway towards the door. The toys brought questions to Clara’s mind about Andrew’s home life.
Blocks? I wonder if Andrew has a kid?
“Um…Andrew…do you have a family?” asked Clara
“Yeah, I have a wife and son” smiled Andrew “I wish he’d learn to pick up after himself” muttered Andrew.
“It’s fine”
Andrew gave a small smile before turning into a frown. “Listen Clara…my wife…is…how do I put this? A bitch…” bluntly said Andrew running a hand through hair as a nervous gesture. “She isn’t the nicest person is the world and…well isn’t too friendly when it comes to strangers, so don’t expect a warm welcome. I apologize in advanced for this”
“Um…I’m sure it won’t be that bad” commented Clara.

It’s that bad, thought Clara as she sat in the cozy looking sitting room listening to a heated discussion between Andrew and his wife in the kitchen. Awkward…echoed through Clara’s mind.
The argument about Clara was awkward enough but to make the situation that much more uncomfortable, a little boy named Darren was staring at Clara intensely.
The young child was the spitting image of Andrew with shaggy light brown hair and big brown eyes. His chubby cheeks had dirt smeared on them and a cut was on his left cheek. His clothes weren’t much better condition to his face. The shirt and shorts dirtied with dust and such.
“Hi” said the boy.
“Um…hi” replied Clara.
The boy craned his neck and looked at Clara at an angled before righting his head.
“Your head is red” commented the boy
“Yes…it’s my hair color”
“I’ve never seen someone with red hair before” said the boy.
Really? Go figure…he speaks well for a little kid, thought Clara.
“Are you a princess?” asked Darren
“Huh? No, why would you say that?” asked Clara shocked
“You have blue eyes. Only royals have blue eyes” said the boy.
“Huh?”
“Okay! It’s settled, make yourself at home Clara” announced Andrew.
“Whatever…” mutter a blond from behind.


That evening Clara found out that Andrew wasn’t exaggerating when he said that his wife was bitchy. The bitchy blond woman was named Charity. Clara also learned that Kakori…Kak…Kakonia…whatever, women were just as impressive as the men. The blond had kicking curves with a bust that could serve as a landing pad for a jet. Needless to say Clara felt very inferior.
Charity, over dinner, (which included great amounts of meat), kept mentioning how she didn’t like ‘A filthy human in her house’. Andrew had coldly replied that this house was his and he could invite whomever he wanted. The comment successfully enraged the woman.
“Don’t talk down to me in front of that thing!” she screamed. “How dare you let it eat at the table with your wife and child! Disgusting! She should eat outside like any other animal!”
Clara would have slapped the bitch if she wasn’t afraid that the Amazon like woman would beat the shit out of her.
Eat outside like an animal! Bitch! It’s not like my day has been sunshine and daises, I don’t need this shit right now, thought Clara, trembling in her anger. Screw this, I’ve had enough!
All the stress, fear, anger that Clara had been holding inside was about to make itself known in and explosive rage directed at Charity.
“Listen here…”
“That is enough Charity…” said Andrew and cold and terrifying voice. “You will not insult my guest at the dinner table. Either finish eating silently or leave…”
“Or...or you’ll do what? You’ve never struck me in all our miserable years of this damned arranged marriage!”
“I don’t need to hit you or ever will. Now what’s your pleasure, dear” the term of endearment was spoken in such a sinister tone.
The atmosphere in the room dropped a few degrees. A shiver went through Clara spine and extinguished the boiling rage inside of her. Charity wasn’t doing much better. Her eyes were wide enough to show her nervousness.
In the blonds’ mind she knew that her husband would do nothing to hurt her. He had never hit her or said hurtful things to her. In bad fights he was eerily calm and that’s what scared the most. Charity didn’t take much interest what her husband did at work nowadays but she did know his past, as the top assassin for the king. Not many knew this about Andrew, but charity knew, and the thought of her tender hearts husband being a cold blooded killer was enough to frighten him.
Who’s to know when the day he snaps and kills me, thought the blond, backing down in the fight. She raised herself from her chair and walked towards the door.
“Go to hell all of you!” she yelled and the door slammed shut.
“Sorry about that Clara” muttered Andrew his eyes hidden from view behind his hair.
“Hey Clara is it, want to play with me?” asked Darren who had finished his dinner without skipping a beat.
The kind must be used to this sort of thing, thought Clare “Sure…”

Clara and Darren retreated into the living room while Andrew cleaned the table in silence. In the meantime Clare found out that Darren had a collection of dolls…yup…dolls.
What kind of boy plays with dolls, especially in this militaristic society, thought Clara.
“It’s weird” commented Darren, seemly to possess the same thought reading ability as his father. “The other boys always make fun of me”
“Oh…I’m sorry…” awkwardly said Clara.
“It’s fine, as long as I win the fights than they can’t anything” said Darren “I never lose” smiled the boy.
“…okay…” That’s kind of creepy.
“Daddy says it okay for me to play with dolls as long as I can defend myself. Mommy thinks I’m a freak. They fight a lot and mommy leaves a lot, but she always comes back” said the little boy. Clara felt she was watching a drama on TV but this was real.
Wow this place isn’t that much different from home. It like the life-time network, thought Clara, I hate Life-time.
“Bedtime, Darren, and please pick up your toys” announced Andrew.
Darren did as he was told, along with Andrew, the two retreated upstairs to tuck the child into bed.
Clara would later find out from Andrew, after putting Darren to bed, that Andrew’s marriage with Charity was an arranged marriage made by his parents. The two never got along or loved each other. Clara found out that divorce didn’t exist in this world; A literal, to death till you do part.
What a backward society, arranged marriage? Well then again they still have that in my world…in like other weird countries…Too much to take in, thought Clara tiredly.
“You should get some sleep. We need to be up early so I can show you your duties” said Andrew making up the sofa-like piece of furniture. “I know that today isn’t your best day and you may think out empire is…different Clara. For what it is worth, welcome to the empire and I hope you find a content place amongst us” said the soldier before bidding Clara goodnight.
Clara’s thoughts drifted to herself. How she was going to survive in this strange world or how she could go back to her own world? She imagined that her family and friends were notified about her disappearance by now. Her ex boyfriend was probably questioned and dismissed as a suspect.
Wonder if I even made the news? Guess not, its New York people go missing every day. Hmm…even if I was mentioned on the news it would only be for a minute and even then I would be a fleeting thought of pity for a few seconds by the general public, thought Clara sadly.
The red haired woman cried herself to sleep that night, letting her emotions drain away in salty tears. No one could blame the woman for her sadness or self pity, but one thing couldn’t be overlooked. The woman had wanted something to happen to her, something to simulate her normal, boring life…
Wish granted…
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