The Last of His Line: Prelude

The earliest memory Ozark had was Pain. He was Born a Slave and He Shall die as One, A fitting End for the Thrall of Rerandis.

He was Sixteen-Years of Age, the age when every single slaveborn can be sold for clinks of Gold, Silver, and Copper.

"Oi, 0912 Get your carcass here so we can collar you!" Ozark did so just to appease the noise since he was roomed with a Mother and Child. Ara and Mia, the mother was no older than he yet there she lied comforting the little lass within her arms. If anything Ozark would miss them as both were like a family to him, his very first family...

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Ara was quite distressed as the stoic Oz was called for within no doubt a port where he would be auctioned. He was no Adult nor spouse but he gave more of his portions of the rations given to them when she was still carrying Mia within her to the point he would pass his hunger for her sake and Mia by extension. The meals were either Gruel, Dried meat, Fresh Milk, or Left overs of the crew that were portioned so little that she would have had a miscarriage or starved when she was expecting and that was not including Oz's hand in child birth. He bargained for Her and took Forty-four Lashes in exchange for a Large basin of warm water and clean towels. It made her smile as she reminisced the days he was there for her and three month old Mia so she made her move.

Tugging Oz's Sleeve and Offered a kiss on a cheek for all the good he had done her as well as a charm and prayer of sorts that his Master would be ten times as kind as he was to her and Mia. A Hope that one day they'll meet again.

"Oz, Take care," She whispered into his ear trying to not sound as hurt as she was and watched as his Finger reached out to Mia with her child grasping the appendage with glee. It was disheartening at most for her but her heart had broke when she had seen how Oz reacted. His mess of Black Hair revealed his somehwat unblemished pale face and amber eyes that leaked tears with a pained smile, he was sobbing.

He raised his free hand to touch Ara's cheek drinking her features, the Wild Red hair, Silver eyes, Tanned features, and a button nose he had booped with his index. Oz was in Pain yet this pain was worse as it stabbed his heart repeatedly the wetness of his cheek alerted him of the tears that fell and tried to wipe them to not wet Little Mia with the Salt of his Sadness.

"I will.-hic- Get. -hic- You both.-hic- out.." Ozark's Voice bellowed albeit hiccuped a promise to the both of them as he had kissed Ara and Mia's Forehead before leaving to be collared, to be shackled, and branded.