Peacekeeper's Wrath

A lovely petal with little thorns was floating in the river. I picked it from the water, but the wind snatched the petal from my hands. I followed the flying petal, and a wide field attracted my attention.

I slowly walked through the same path where the petal landed and grabbed the little red ones. I glanced at the area and went to the big old stone.

A voice from my back disturbed my peace. "Lhara, you need to go." I quietly looked at the old stone and murmured in my thought,

'I miss you, Mother. I cannot visit you for a while, but I promise to come back...'

With that, my new journey begins. I was sold by my foster father to the Baron of Kintaria.

The carriage reached the Baron's residence. I quickly came out, and a chubby man with green hair welcomed me with a long face.

He was holding a cup of coffee and threw it at my face. "Get ready, skinny slave. You have many things to do."

I endured the burning pain and started to work. Later at night, after my work was finished, I entered a solitary room. There was nothing there to sleep on, and I barely ate some of their leftovers.

The month passed, but their actions never changed. They still loved to maltreat me and overworked me with their cruelty. I couldn't fight back nor escape because I knew they might try to hurt the people who helped me.

"You, the new slave, come to my room after you are finished with all your work. I don't want to wait, so do your work faster." The son of the Baron commanded me.

I wanted to rest early, but it looked like the son of the Baron had something he wanted me to do. I continued working and ignored the time.

The son of the Baron was a malicious child. He had a hot attitude and always abused others. I could always see him bullying other children around. Honestly, I didn't want to have a conversation with him or to work under him.

I stood in front of his room with a fearful expression. My feet were trembling with nervousness and fear. The door opened, and the boy welcomed me with a smirk mask.

"Quick, enter the room." He commanded.

I entered the room. "What do you need, young master?" I asked.

He locked the door and grabbed my hands. "I don't get excited."

I brushed off his hand due to fear. "Young master, what are you doing?" I asked.

He pinned me down and put a shackle on both of my hands. "No, what are you doing? Let me go." I fought back, but his power surpassed me.

"Don't be afraid. You will eventually enjoy it later."

"I said no. Let me go."

"Oh, you like to play a little. Let me tell you some good news. Your foster father and your village were wiped out. I killed them all... If you want to cherish your life, you should do what I want."

With that, my mind broke down. I felt the sadness and loneliness. The anger for this man emerged inside me. For the first time, I felt a deep anger, a feeling of wanting to kill someone.

He was a cruel man, and he did whatever he wanted. I recalled that their family was the cause of the poverty around. They were monopolizing the product and collecting a huge amount of tax.

My head went blank. All I wanted was to serve my revenge. My teeth sharpened, and the urge to bite him entered my system. My razor teeth bit his neck, and I started to drink his blood.

I regained my consciousness and was shocked by what happened. The boy was laying on the floor with his cold body. I quickly ran out, but I was seized by the guards.

"Monster, throw that monster into jail," the guard muttered.

The Baron entered the area and saw his lifeless child. "Kill that slave. She killed my son." He grabbed his wand and released a fire bolt.

I endured the immense pain after an hour of being tortured. He instructed the guards to take me to jail.

"Throw that slave in the jail. I will torture her after I report what happened to the royal court. Don't let her escape. She will die after my son's funeral."

The day continued to murmur, and the night wasn't really good. I hoped I would see my mother again and hold her tight. If they were still alive, I knew that this situation would never happen.

My mother and father died in an accident. I really loved to be with them, but they left me behind already. The mayor of the Engol village took me into his possession and became my foster father. He was a very kind man with a great dream for his village, but the scarcity of needs emerged, and he was forced to sell me to the Baron household.

Now, I was locked inside the jail for protecting myself from his son. I wanted freedom and a peaceful life. I wanted to settle in a quiet place or go to the kingdom of peace [Maharlika] and enjoy my life there.

Day by day, the torture I was subjected to became more and more serious. They burned my skin, stabbed my body, and threw stones.

The day came, and my death was near. They took me inside a room and wrapped my hands in shackles.

The Baron entered with a long sword. "For my son, I will avenge his death and take your life for him to enter heaven."

Before he could cut off my neck, a loud noise from outside emerged. One guard entered the room.

"My Lord, the royal army is heading here. Please, you need to evacuate."

"What? Evacuate? For what? I know they are here to witness the slave execution."

"No, my Lord, they had a royal document to arrest you. It was a command from the king himself," the guard explained.

At that time, a girl with silver hair knocked down the door. "Good night, Mister Baron, I was here to arrest you for violating the rules of the land."

"What?...." His sweat ran down from his chubby face.

The silver-haired girl attacked the guards and pinned down the Baron. "Are you alright?" The silver-haired girl reached for my hands.

I could only nod, my voice too choked with emotion to speak.

"I'm going to take you with me," she said. "You'll be safe now."

She extended her hand, her touch gentle and reassuring.

"Will you be my maid?" she asked, a smile lighting up her face.

I looked into her eyes, and the light of hope emerge like a great sun. Maybe with her I can fully find the peace I want.

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A: let me clarify something....no never mind