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-Chapter Nine: A Candle in the Dark+Chapter Nine: A Candle in the Dark =
  
 The trundling, rocking motion of the wagon as it rolled over the lumpy countryside could have been once described as soothing, even melodic in its own special way. Takkris closed his eyes and focused on the rocking, bumping and swaying motion of the wagon. He didn’t belong there, in a caged wagon filled with all sorts of grimy, yellow toothed men. He was the only child there, hardly twelve years old. Unlike the others he was well washed, his skin still had that youthful glow about it, and his teeth were pearly white and his hair was so fine it was almost like spun gold. It had a few snags in it and a couple places where blood had crusted and matted the hair to his head but overall he looked nothing like the people he was stuck with. The wagons rolled and rocked on as he tried his best to block out the horrific stench that clung to him like a blanket of filth. ​ The trundling, rocking motion of the wagon as it rolled over the lumpy countryside could have been once described as soothing, even melodic in its own special way. Takkris closed his eyes and focused on the rocking, bumping and swaying motion of the wagon. He didn’t belong there, in a caged wagon filled with all sorts of grimy, yellow toothed men. He was the only child there, hardly twelve years old. Unlike the others he was well washed, his skin still had that youthful glow about it, and his teeth were pearly white and his hair was so fine it was almost like spun gold. It had a few snags in it and a couple places where blood had crusted and matted the hair to his head but overall he looked nothing like the people he was stuck with. The wagons rolled and rocked on as he tried his best to block out the horrific stench that clung to him like a blanket of filth. ​
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 Amman hefted him up into his arms, cradled like he might have actually cared for Takkris. But he knew that Amman only did it because he didn’t want to damage his ''​merchandise''​ and take a hit to profits. The lochjir was coursing through his veins now, slowing his heart to a sluggish, wet pound every few seconds. Consciousness was slowly being stripped from Takkris, layer by layer he felt it coming. The inevitable, dreamless sleep that wouldn’t be too different from dying, and yet he knew that death was very real if the tellis leaf wasn’t extracted from his stomach before it poisoned him. He had to hope that he would wake up, that the tellis leaf had absorbed enough to wake him before Amman had predicted. Though he was once at peace with death before, he had one final act to commit before his demise. He wanted to live if only to see it come to pass. ''​I am going to put you down like the filthy beast you are Amman. I''​ will ''​kill you for what you have done.''​ He felt comforted by his murderous aspirations as the last layer of his waking mind was flayed and cast aside, dropping him into a dreamless, drug-induced sleep. Amman hefted him up into his arms, cradled like he might have actually cared for Takkris. But he knew that Amman only did it because he didn’t want to damage his ''​merchandise''​ and take a hit to profits. The lochjir was coursing through his veins now, slowing his heart to a sluggish, wet pound every few seconds. Consciousness was slowly being stripped from Takkris, layer by layer he felt it coming. The inevitable, dreamless sleep that wouldn’t be too different from dying, and yet he knew that death was very real if the tellis leaf wasn’t extracted from his stomach before it poisoned him. He had to hope that he would wake up, that the tellis leaf had absorbed enough to wake him before Amman had predicted. Though he was once at peace with death before, he had one final act to commit before his demise. He wanted to live if only to see it come to pass. ''​I am going to put you down like the filthy beast you are Amman. I''​ will ''​kill you for what you have done.''​ He felt comforted by his murderous aspirations as the last layer of his waking mind was flayed and cast aside, dropping him into a dreamless, drug-induced sleep.
  
 +== Previous Chapter ==
 +[[: Chapter Eight - Blood, Sweat, and Tears]]
 +== Page of Contents ==
 +[[:Book One - The Forging of a Blade]] ​
 +== Next Chapter ==
 +[[: Chapter Ten - Lucky Number Four]]
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 +Article By: [[wiki:​user:​penguinwriter|Penguin Writer]]
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