I've adopted a neko!
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Years ago, in a small part of the unforgiving world, I was born. It was only a little forest where the imps of time could live in peace and not face the rage of war again. I was only one who was clan born. Yet others like myself were under the rule of Miseraya, the fierce ruler of the land. Under his lord ship, us imps faced rough and troublesome times, after the old king suddenly disappeared. We are a poor people. The new king’s warriors take taxes from us every new sprout of tree.
I never understood the ruler. For when I was a young baby imp, my parents were taken away by the demons of the king. My uncle took me in then. He put me to work as a silver smith. The job is not very easy. Your hands start to feel like they will fall off as the leaves of a tree would in the autumn. Every imp has a job in the Forest of Flames. Some are blacksmiths and others are silversmiths. The worst job of all is the executor. All of the imps have to pay respect to the dark king by suspending someone until they are dead. It is a troubling scene to watch. The victim squirms and tries to release their neck from the binding bond of the mossy vine. Even though this only happens when the sweet smell of rain starts to fill the air, the imps grieve their loved ones and hope that they are not picked for the last trial they will ever face.
A day ago when the time had come for rain to fill the air with its disdainfully strong smell, the executor prepared a new, wet, mossy vine. I was scared that my uncle was going to be taken. He was the last family member I had. But then, a piercing scream rose above the pounding force of the rain. The dark king had sacrificed his own loved one just to please his dark soul. Tears filled my eyes and sorrow began to creep up on me as a shadow would in the sun’s rays. The queen was not dark or even unkind. She used to sneak to the forest and let us eat from a golden tray. All that love, all that goodness, vanished with a flash of lightening.
“ Treeva,” my uncle called. “ Make sure you finish that silver cup for the king.” I whispered to my self, why do I have to, why is it this way here. My thoughts were full of worry that the king would not be pleased with my work. It took me all night to finish the glass of shinning silver. I fell asleep when I was finished. In the middle of the rainy and stormy night, I heard a voice. A soft elegant voice of pleasure. “ Wake up little Treeva, wake up.” I arose with my eyes still in sleepy dreams. “ Who’s there may I ask,” I called softly trying not to wake my uncle. “ I am.” the voice said. But then it went away and I was alone once more.
The next morning my uncle had examined the silver glass and cuffed me over the ear. “Owe! What was that for!? I did it right, I swear!!” My uncle cuffs me over the ear when he sees a mistake. “The bottom is all uneven! It won’t stand up even if you put it on a tree branch! Silver scraps is all it will be.” My uncle never liked my work. He said I will never be good enough. “ I’m sorry uncle.” He told me to run off so he could restart it. Oh well, I thought. I wasn’t even looking forward to making it for the king.
A horn blew when the rain had stopped. Was a new sprout happening already? The village imps ran to the end of their part of the forest. It was not new sprout of tree. It was a war. Just outside the dark lords kingdom. “ Run and hide!” someone had called. Soon I became as stiff as a rabbit chased by a wolf. I felt a hand slip into mine and my uncle pulled me into the shop. He hid us under some hay and told me to be quiet. So I was. I soon heard the door break into small splinters as the barbaric enemies broke in. “Take all you can lads! We’ll be rich with all the silver here!”
The door closed tight and then it grew silent. Only the rustle of leaves outside. “Uncle,” I called, “uncle.” The first times I called he didn’t answer. Soon, after a few moments he whispered to me, “wasn’t that exciting ,Treeva?” Uncle had always thought of unmeaning things to be exciting, yet he never loved to just have fun in good times. Even though there were hardly any. “ Uncle that was not exciting that was frightening! Don’t you ever get scared?” he never answers my questions. Instead he just walked outside to see what was left of the broken village. I walked after him but I just bumped into him as I was not paying close attention. “Uncle?” I looked up into his eyes and saw the sorrow as he look out the door. When I looked towards the point that he was watching, I saw the whole reason he was is awe. “Are you alright uncle?” He still didn’t answer.
“Hello! Is everyone there?” I heard nothing but the howling wind and the smell of war prospering in the Valley of the Shadows. “Hello!” I called once more. No reply. Uncle called me to get inside. “wait in here for one moment.” So I stayed and obeyed him. I heard a soft yell for help but then I was lost in visions of the past. Hi there little Treeva. I would hear my mother call. But I was still just looking up at her as if she was just a fading cloud. “No don’t go!” I called to her in my mind. But it was to late she disappeared.
“Uncle?” Where is he? He should have gotten me by now. I said so faintly in my mind. I swiftly opened the door but instead of the same destruction I saw even more than I wanted too. “Uncle!” I shouted. “Where are you?” No answer from his voice. Even the sound of war had faded and the smell of blood was faint.