The dance of the people of Velia was always a beautiful sight to people that came from all over. Especially the east was known for their incredible and skilled dancers. It was a place filled with people that loved any sort of celebration. No wonder that the art of music and dance was extremely well in this part of the country. But that was in a time before the big war.
Mur- amasa Ren was one of those children captured by a raid, enslaved and forced to feed the hungry people of the opposing country with dances and sights they didn’t see yet. He was barely 12 when he was captured. He had been so young he didn’t even adapt and know how to form the phrases of the bow of hands. And above all... he had been ripped apart from his family. He had no idea how his little sister was doing, nor hi parents. How were his old friends doing? Were they alive? Had they been captured? All questions he had been asking himself whenever Ren had been left alone in the golden cage that was the spacious hall. A hall with windows so high up almost at the ceiling, that the room was illuminated and yet not enough to see anything of the outside world.. A hall decorated with gold and jewelery, all kinds of tressures and the fienst fabric.
A place where he was forced to dance whenever his masters demanded. Truly a cage. Dance... either on the cold floor that was in the hall, the stoney floor that gave him at least the freedom of dance, or... the ever lasting cage... that was the deep cushion pillows he had been pushed into. It was not a thing that happened often, after all he was a man and his master had enough female slaves to keep him company, but on some days the dance seemed so captivating it woke something inside of his master.
And like all birds, Ren immideatly spotted the tiny gap in the door one day. A tiny, almost unvisible mistake in the great scheme of his master. But it was a chance. A chance that might never ever come again. Unable to give a thiought to all the other caged birds in this castle Ren slowly managed to steal himself out of the hall, the golden cage and sneaked up down to the ground floor of the building. It was a miracle he didn’t get lost in the spacious place, maybe it was his longing for freedome, a pure instinct that led him, but at some point he was outside. Blinding sunlight hit him and he was stared at, quickly making his way through the gaps of streets until he stole a dirty cdark cloth from somewhere and wraped it around his dark skinned fragile body. He had been blessed with luck this day. Nobody had called out to him, nobody had told his master, nobody stopped him. The universe wanted him to find freedom. Finally getting to the outer sections of the market he noticed his feet hurting, already small blisters and bruises covering them and forming around the shackles on his feet. But he was close. Close to his freedom.
He hid behind the wagon of someone and felt the smell of fresh fruits fill his mouth with saliva. Ah when was the last time when he had gotten fruits to eat? The hunger quickly overwhealmed Ren and he srawled into the wagon putting down the cloth around him. He could always jump out as soon as the wagon was far away from the city. He could steal some fruits and then just leave. Maybe he could start a new life somewhere else. Somewhere... that wasn’t here.
Stuffing his mouth with fruits he almost swallowed them whole, being hungry and at the limit of his powers. Only when his stomach rebelled and told him to stop he layed down the fruits in his hands and layed down. A now his stomach hurt. Maybe if he layed down a bit... maybe he would get better...
