Egg-Brother: Part 1
This is the story of my fursona.
It was the dawn of a new day, and a light breeze swayed the branches of the
hist trees. The cries of a newly hatched breaks the silence of the marsh.
The mother leaves over the cradle and picks up the child, hushing it in a foreign tongue.
Though the mother smiles she also yet weeps, for she know that her child will soon be offered up. He will be taken and formed into a ruthless killing machine in service to Black Marsh. The mother
weeps, knowing that she will never see her innocent child again...
"Wake up!" the instructor yelled, and Ej's dreams faded with a painful
kick to the stomach. He rolled over clutching his sides not daring to even whimper for fear of another hit. His life had been nothing but hell
since he was brought to this place. This type of life simply forced upon
him. The instructor moved down the line waking more of the initiates
each in turn receiving a kick, and those who complained yet another one.
Once they were all on their feet -fully or barely, depending on the
severity of their beatings- the instructor stood before them with his
customary deadpan visage. "Good. Today's assignment is easy. First one
to find the flag out in the marsh wins. The ones who lose will receive
no meals for the next two days. So get that flag by any means
necessary." This was how the challenges usually had gone for the three
years that Ej had been here. He had gone hungry many nights, though
sometimes with sheer dumb luck, he had managed to win some of the
assignments. Coupled with the fear and the hunger many of the initiates
had died, or had been killed by the others. The instructors however didn't
care at all. Their only goal was to turn out the most fearsome
killing machines that ever walked the marshlands. Ej and the others
filed out for another hard day of kill or be killed. "Xuth!"
Ej gasped as he tripped backwards on a root, narrowly missing an ice
shard to the head. "Aw, tsk tsk. Seems you've lost." another one of the
initiates said as he smirked. "Say good night." The other snarled and
the world went black for Ej. He awoke a few days later in the
infirmary...if it could be called that. It wasn't much of an improvement
from their quarters, except the fact that this place had bed rolls. Ej
lay, enjoying the momentary respite from the cold, hard ground. Hoping
that he would not be noticed by anyone, but then he heard a voice come
from across the room. "Oh, you finally decided to wake up you worthless,
waste of space!?" One of the instructors snarled, moving closer and
gave him a swift kick. "You pathetic worm, you will never graduate! You will die here, and do you know why?! Because you are worthless! Your
own family got rid of you and sent you here...no one cares about whether you live or die
and they never will." The old, scarred argonian said. The words dripping
from his fangs like venom and kicked the defenseless Ej again. The instructor cackled as he left, leaving the poor little lizard weeping
silently to himself. His daily torture, turned to weeks,
turned to years. After enduring so much hardship, the six year old
lizard stood in line with all that was left of his class, only four
remained of ten within their group. There were other groups however who
had their own instructors, and they too were scarcely numbered.
"Alright. Well it's a fucking surprise that any of you made it this far.
Yet you did. So now, your last test will be a fight to the death,
whoever comes out on top will graduate, the others..." Their instructor
trailed off, letting the initiates absorb what he meant. The little argonians
looked at each other, the years spent together meant nothing between
them. In all the time that they had spent in their prison, there was no
time to make bonds, no time to become friends. Everyday, they were either training, eating, or sleeping. If they were caught socializing they were beaten. The last test begun with the ringing of a gong. The four circled each other, hesitant to make the first move. Then by the goading of the instructor, the four bolted into action. The first two were quickly slain, numbers not being on their side and now, with the numbers more evenly matched, the final two stood in the arena, Ej-Rkar and
another named Xander. Ej's blade struck his opponents. "RAAH" He
screamed as he swung his sword wide. Never being much of the swordsman
and exhausted from the previous dueling, Ej missed his target. Taking
advantage of that, his opponent stepped back, dodging the attack and closing the space, hit Ej in the
temple with the pommel of his sword. Ej fell to the ground, he rolled to the side and kicked at Xander's legs. Xander
jumped back out of the way of Ej's kick, then swung his sword in an
overhead arc. Ej rolled again and stood quickly. Xander let out a laugh
as Ej was now cornered against the cliff's edge. "Say goodbye" Xander
snarled as he feigned a sword stroke, and as Ej brought his blade up to
block it, Xander kicked him off the edge.... (Six years prior)
Fires burn and smoke fills the sky above the village. The inhabitants
scatter about like insects as they attempt to flee. Most get cut or shot
down by the invaders, but yet some are taken alive. It was only a week
since her little hatching was taken, but Vistha-Kai still felt the pain
of losing her child. She didn't put up much of a fight and was captured
with relative ease. "And what have we got here?" One of the Dunmer
invaders asked. Vistha-Kai just turned away, not caring if she lived or
died. "Oh, I see. Well, we have ways of loosening your tongue." He smiled a
wolfish grin and beat her before taking advantage of her. Vistha-Kai
closed her eyes as the Dunmer had his way. Broken physically and
mentally she could do nothing to ward him off. Weeks or
perhaps months later -it is hard to tell time when you're locked in the
belly of a ship- The raiding party and their spoils arrived back to
their homeland of Morrowind. The dark elves herded their new slaves out
of the ship none too gently. The cracks of whips and the screams of the
ones receiving the blows could be heard throughout the docks. Of the few
that survived the harsh journey to their new home -perhaps prison would
be a better name for it- was Vistha-Kai. She was treated better than
most of the slaves, since the captors had strict orders not to harm her. She
was something of a favorite to the captain, and many a night
he had had his way with her. Each night she prayed to the gods to end
her life, to end her torment, but no such release was ever given to her.
Feeling forlorn by the divines and still lamenting the loss of her only
child, she could do little but survive. And survive she did for two
long years, slaving away during the day, and abused during the night. But eventually the elves grew tired of her once she became pregnant and had her thrown
in with the rest of the slaves. There she atleast found some respite
from what she had been going through for the last few years. With a
child on the way, she again felt joy, yet also fear. How could she raise
a child in these conditions? Only time would tell.