David swung the ax down hard, splicing the wood in two. He was exhausted; he didn't have anything in his stomach since morning. That lazy Hex let him do all the works. He hated Hex. That bastard had a mouth full of lies, took all credits for Dave's works while running off to who-know-where. But did anyone ever doubt Hex? Maybe but they all rather believed that liar than Dave. Dave could never speak for himself, not because he was mute but what was the point when no one would hear him?
Am I destined to live like this forever? If so, I wish nothing else but death. The 15 years old boy thought to himself, shakily continuing chopping up woods.
A lash landed on his bare back. "Move, slave, the blacksmith need something to burn few hours ago!" Niktor spat.
David dropped his ax, gathered some woods and started to walk to the blacksmith. Hex appeared and mercilessly put some more woods on top of the pile Dave was carrying. The boy huffed and waggered under the weight. "Go, run!" Hex laughed and watched Dave struggled and carry all the woods.
Another lash at his back and a wet rock was thrown at him. Actually, it was raw meat followed by two more pieces at his legs. Dave lost his balance and woods fell out of his arms. He scrumbled to pick up all the pieces and he heard the barks behind him.
Oh, no, they let the dogs out! They used to throw raw meat at him and let the dogs came after him but the dogs usually were more interested in the meat on the floor than making a meal out of Dave's limbs.
A bucket of stinky meat juice was poured down on Dave all of the sudden. Niktor and Hex laughed so hard while Dave quickly picked up the woods and stood up. "Some noble blood in you should keep you warm, eh, slave?"
I have to get out of here before it gets worse. His thought just ran through his mind when the pack of dogs were unleashed. "Get him, boys, he's your snack!" Niktor was cruelly amused. "Maybe his noble blood give you extra power. Go get him, boys!"
Dave ran, ignoring pieces of woods falling. The pack of dogs wasn't far behind, snapping at his legs, missing by inches. He ran and ran up the hill. One dog bit his calf and soon, two and three of them caught up, threatening to tear his legs into pieces. Kicking and smacking them by a piece of wood, Dave stood up and hopped over a fallen tree. Surprisingly, that hop carried a few feet furthere down the road. Confused and glad for the luck, he did it again but this time, he jumped. He landed without a staggering stance. Enjoying this turn of event, he enclosed the now-small pile of woods and jumped high. In no time, he arrived to the blacksmith. He panted and silently made his way to the back to drop off the woods.
"No, let me go." Dave heard Oska, the slave's daughter whose notes he peeked. She wasn't totally terrible to him.
"Aw, come on, Oska, you can do no better than me." Celius, the old blacksmith said.
"Ahh, no, help!" Oska screamed and Dave rushed to the scene. Celius tore off her dress and was touching her thigh and holding her legs down. Dave quickly pushed the raunchy old man off her. Oska scrambled away in tears.
Celius shoved Dave back. "What are you doing here, slave? You're sticking your nose into my business at the wrong time boy! Everything about you is at the wrong time!"
Ignoring him, Dave stacked the woods. Then a white hot pain pierced his lower back. Dave switfly turned around to face Celius with his bloody poke. "You think anyone cared if you die? I think none. Be gone and never stick your nose in anybody else's business."
Celius lunged and Dave caught the head of the poke. Panic and anger made him feel hot. His palm held on to the poke's head tight. He stared into Celius' cruel eyes, wishing to melt his poke and have the pointy head in Celius's grip. A tingling sensation spread from his palm upward his arms and then to his whole body. Celius suddenly screamed and dropped the poke and held up his bloody hand. "What the hell?"
Bewildered, Dave looked down at his hand and saw the poke head was now flat and Celius' handle end had turned into a sharp arrow, dripping with Celius' blood. Not sure what just had happened, Dave nervously looked up to see a shocked Celius.
"You...have magick..." Celius muttered.
Backing away and shaking his head in denial, Dave stared at his warm palm. He then turned and sprang back to the castle. He jumped, hopped and ran before he could hear Celius' alarming voice. People would know of today incident and they would surely never leave Dave alone. What horrid things will they do to me?
Dave took a turn to run away from the castle and into the forest. He could hear the dogs barking behind him. No, I can't get caught. They'll kill me...
I have to run away...Things are only going to get worse from here.
And they did.