Realizing her emotions had been showing on her face, the slave squashed down the pain and the urge to cry. Expression going fairly blank to block out the grief.
“You don’t need to apologize to me, Master. You didn’t do anything wrong…its just a translation. I tend to the library.. it’s just part of my job.”
Her family didn’t survive. She would never see them again. She….she was all alone.
“Yes….I would guess so. I don’t remember much….I was small.” She gestured to around what her height was when she was taken, for Kouen it would look like the size of a two or three year old child.
“A few of us were small, we were taken. Everyone else in my village must have been killed….the torran people probably left this before they moved on.”
Aya walked back over to the map just a yard or so away, looking up at it before pointing a little ways inland from the great rift.
“We were somewhere here.” She said, moving to the side so he could see where she was pointing, deep in the jungles of the dark continent. “Before the humans came”
Seeing the height she gestured to, how small she must have been...less than five years old...
He stood and walked closer, looking at the map.
“People lived there?” Kouen mused, trailing off as he remembered the little he knew of that region.
Absolutely devoid of people, outside of a few Torran settlements.
He was able to put it together easily, and the anger he felt was unlike any he had felt before.
To wipe out an entire race, purely for profit...if any of those slavers were Kou, then they would answer to him.
