History, Part III
When I was 324 turns, I took my revenge.
It was another day with the humans. Mother had locked me out again. She had always told the humans that they could do with me as they pleased, just to keep me alive. Thank the High Ones that I was too young to rape, and the older humans knew better. Dearheart had scared me with stories of humans and elves joining, and the picture she painted was more horrifying than her beatings.
I walked down the mountain path and shivered a little. I heard the sneers and chuckles from the humans below and I shuddered, growling. I slowly walked down, looking carefully around. All eyes were on me, and as soon as everyone was still, I spoke in their disgusting tongue. >Mistress says that you'll have to hunt for yourselves tonight, since I couldn't get enough for everyone.<
One of the older humans spoke up, grinning at me and looking me up and down. >Perhaps we should eat you as punishment.< He licked his lips as the other humans grunted their agreement
I backed up against a rock wall like a wounded wolf. *Not this game...please not this game,* I pleaded. That was the worst game they played with me. A few of the humans built a smaller fire next to their massive, main fire that always burned. Two humans tackled me and ripped off my clothing as I writhed under them, howling. My leathers were discarded and I was lifted into the sky, crying and screaming. The humans cheered as the two men holding me put me on a wooden platform, tying my hands and ankles down with leathers. I hadn't been fed for days, and Dearheart worked me harder than ever before. She finally found out that tiring me out made it less likely for me to use my powers, as they drained me greatly.
The humans started feeding the eager fire under me, and I could feel the warm smoke caressing my back. I shuddered in fear, sweating and crying. I willed the shadows to me, but they never came. The first flame licked my back, followed by more, burning hair and flesh. I could feel my skin cringing and I screamed, bucking off the platform. Soon enough, the fire would grow too strong for that to be any help, or it would burn the wood beneath me and I would fall right into the heart of the fire. I had fallen many times, and could feel the wood giving way, ashing and burning into my skin. Flames caressed my legs and back with their burning touch, most of the hair on my head had been burned away. I couldn't feel anything anymore except the searing pain of my burns.
The wood began to crack and lowered me slightly closer. I screamed and struggled harder, yelling incoherently in my own tongue. The humans laughed and watched, their insane eyes staring at me. They were beyond all sanity, as their Mistress hadn't fed them for a very long time, and they had to be sustained on the few mice and ravvit that lived on the mountain. They didn't care if they would all die when Dearheart found out I had been eaten. So they watched and chanted as the wood bent and crackled, waiting for it to throw me into the fire.
Finally, the anticipation ended. I fell into the inferno, held up by the weakening leather straps that held my arms and legs. Those broke too, after I screamed for what I thought was an eternity. The humans gathered around closer, watching, reveling in the smell of burning flesh. I screamed until I grew hoarse, and, all of a sudden, I felt cold. Cold and free. I didn't have time for confusion, I curled up and cried in my shadows that finally came to me, surrounding me in a completely solid sphere. My burns were cooled, still hurting very badly, but not getting worse. I took comfort in that.
I could hear the humans gasps of surprise and anger. They all gathered around the black ball that was sitting in the dead fire's grave, and a few curious ones touched its icy surface. I glared at them from the inside, and the shadow ball suddenly turned into something like a sea urchin, spearing every last human in that tribe.
It was another day with the humans. Mother had locked me out again. She had always told the humans that they could do with me as they pleased, just to keep me alive. Thank the High Ones that I was too young to rape, and the older humans knew better. Dearheart had scared me with stories of humans and elves joining, and the picture she painted was more horrifying than her beatings.
I walked down the mountain path and shivered a little. I heard the sneers and chuckles from the humans below and I shuddered, growling. I slowly walked down, looking carefully around. All eyes were on me, and as soon as everyone was still, I spoke in their disgusting tongue. >Mistress says that you'll have to hunt for yourselves tonight, since I couldn't get enough for everyone.<
One of the older humans spoke up, grinning at me and looking me up and down. >Perhaps we should eat you as punishment.< He licked his lips as the other humans grunted their agreement
I backed up against a rock wall like a wounded wolf. *Not this game...please not this game,* I pleaded. That was the worst game they played with me. A few of the humans built a smaller fire next to their massive, main fire that always burned. Two humans tackled me and ripped off my clothing as I writhed under them, howling. My leathers were discarded and I was lifted into the sky, crying and screaming. The humans cheered as the two men holding me put me on a wooden platform, tying my hands and ankles down with leathers. I hadn't been fed for days, and Dearheart worked me harder than ever before. She finally found out that tiring me out made it less likely for me to use my powers, as they drained me greatly.
The humans started feeding the eager fire under me, and I could feel the warm smoke caressing my back. I shuddered in fear, sweating and crying. I willed the shadows to me, but they never came. The first flame licked my back, followed by more, burning hair and flesh. I could feel my skin cringing and I screamed, bucking off the platform. Soon enough, the fire would grow too strong for that to be any help, or it would burn the wood beneath me and I would fall right into the heart of the fire. I had fallen many times, and could feel the wood giving way, ashing and burning into my skin. Flames caressed my legs and back with their burning touch, most of the hair on my head had been burned away. I couldn't feel anything anymore except the searing pain of my burns.
The wood began to crack and lowered me slightly closer. I screamed and struggled harder, yelling incoherently in my own tongue. The humans laughed and watched, their insane eyes staring at me. They were beyond all sanity, as their Mistress hadn't fed them for a very long time, and they had to be sustained on the few mice and ravvit that lived on the mountain. They didn't care if they would all die when Dearheart found out I had been eaten. So they watched and chanted as the wood bent and crackled, waiting for it to throw me into the fire.
Finally, the anticipation ended. I fell into the inferno, held up by the weakening leather straps that held my arms and legs. Those broke too, after I screamed for what I thought was an eternity. The humans gathered around closer, watching, reveling in the smell of burning flesh. I screamed until I grew hoarse, and, all of a sudden, I felt cold. Cold and free. I didn't have time for confusion, I curled up and cried in my shadows that finally came to me, surrounding me in a completely solid sphere. My burns were cooled, still hurting very badly, but not getting worse. I took comfort in that.
I could hear the humans gasps of surprise and anger. They all gathered around the black ball that was sitting in the dead fire's grave, and a few curious ones touched its icy surface. I glared at them from the inside, and the shadow ball suddenly turned into something like a sea urchin, spearing every last human in that tribe.