Arthen: The Man of the East -- Chapter 4

 

4

 

Investigate this Slave

 

Jules paced in a circle in front of his wall mirror.  There he was bothered by an enchantment voice.  It displayed a vision of several slaves that were women.  He took matters in his own hands.  He tracked down these twelve women.  He asked for the mirror to disguise himself into a peasant to blend in with his slaves.

He used the codename Lif.  He went to the slave residential section in the capital city of Gorge City.  He put on his plain white T-shirt and jeans to work in the mines.  He waited for the bus to travel the other slaves to the mines.  When they arrived, a receptionist handed out the picked axes to the slaves.  He waited for a water slave woman to come by with some water.  He identified a slave woman from the mirror.

He magically marked the water slave girl.  He worked labor hours until the shift master rang the bell.  He gathered his wages from that day’s work.  He invited the woman to eat dinner with him at a diner down on the corner.  She didn’t want to offend him, so she tagged along with him for a meal.  He quickly washed himself up for the dinner date.  She washed up just as well.

The two dressed in their best clothes for their date.  Lif bought a bouquet of flowers.  He walked to her apartment in the slums.  Witnessing these bad conditions still didn’t change his perspective on his treatment of slaves.  Across the hallway in the apartment appeared another single woman.  Her name was Sammatha.  She saw the wiping of magically appeal from this young man.  She stayed calm and unlocked her door.

This man looked different in her perspective.  She dressed in a full cloak.  She saw on an advertising board the majesty of Jules.  She gasped in fear for her friend, but she stayed quiet and left Gorge City.  She had a dream of visiting the sacred mountain in the center of Astorie.  She stole a holy steed.  It took two full days riding to the mountain.

Sammatha arrived as it started sprinkling.  She doubled look over her shoulder to make sure no one was following her.  She hid off the main road.  She picked a spot between three large trees to camp for the night.  She picked up her tent and sparked a firepit.  She roasted some boar meat. 

The misty rain stayed at a drizzle all through the night.  A shrieking voice spoke all around Sammatha.  She became in a sudden trance that was levitated off the Seers of Five appeared translucent around Sammatha.  In a synchronization tone they asked the slave woman if she knew already.

In a cloudy foggy area Sammatha demanded to know the reasoning about her unborn son.  They started coughing because she knew her prophecy about visiting the burning bush in the direct center of this mountain.  Sammatha shook her head after that statement.  A stalactite drip chilly water on the forehead of Sammatha.  She was on her knees in front of an enchantment fiery bush.

It asked her to make a soul wish upon this holy visit.  She had tears rundown her eyes for a savior son.  It fissioned with Sammatha its powers.  Then it burnt out its magical flame.  Then it faded to total darkness from the time to morning rays glistened on the eyes of Sammatha in her tent.

She rolled over with a smile on her face.  She had to stay out of Gorge City for nine months.  She spotted a one-bedroom cottage in the middle of the forest.  She pushed the wooden door open and started coughing from the dust and cobwebs.  She noticed a water well out in front of the yard.  She started cleaning up the cottage to make it livable for her and unborn son.

She grew sorcery from her pregnancy.  She set a barrier over her cottage until the birth of the holy savior.

“He would save us all from the tyrant four.”