Tainted Prologue
Once upon a time there was a young servant boy. Condemned from early childhood by his low rank, the young man dedicated all of his time to serving those who ruled over him. He couldn’t remember his parents; all he knew was that they had sold him to a slave dealer at a young age to save their own hides from bankruptcy, caring little of what would happen to their son.
And now here he was, on the morning of his 16th birthday, his only companions an axe and firewood. He began pounding the axe into the wood, “Happy…” he lifted the axe and swung it down again, “Birthday…” he repeated the notion, “Bam”.
With a sigh he wiped the sweat from his tanned brow. A wave of sadness passed over him, as it did every year. As much as he despised his parents for leaving him, he couldn’t help wish that circumstances were different. He wished that one day they would track him down and welcome them into their embrace. But he was 16 now, Bam reminded himself, and he needed to learn that life wasn’t a fairytale and that good guys didn’t win.
Gathering the wood into his arms, Bam headed off to the main house so he could ensure that those ungrateful rich bastards would continue to live a life of luxury and he would continue to be attached to his head.
Chapter 1:: http://illithrien.livejournal.com/958.html
Chapter 2 & 3: http://illithrien.livejournal.com/1131.html