A Broken Hero - short story by Yahto

  • Tal dear reader,

    Some summer reading; a short story I wrote some year ago or so.  I hope you enjoy it.

    I wish you well,

    Yahto

    A Broken Hero 

    Many hands ago … I was the weapon maker of the tribe called the Yellow Knives located in the barrens.

    While I was out hunting for tabuk my tribe got attacked and almost completely destroyed …

    Men, women, and children …all were killed, a settlement once so vivid was now only a dying fire…

    There was nothing left for me, then to get on the back of my kaiila Winyela and ride to wherever it would lead me to…

    Yes, it was tough, once a prosperous tribe, my family vanished in a few hours.

    As I am traveling the plain fields of Gor, I came across a town called Helmutsport …

    There I met a few people who joined me on my travel towards the south till I reached Port Olni

    At the time we reached this city, it was in decay…and with a few people left behind and my companions at the port we rebuilt it back to a thriving city it once was.

    Many merchants and slavers found our port back worthwhile for trading.

    I bought myself a slave …

    A slave I fell in love with …

    Port Olni made me rich, I was a wealthy man.

    As time flies by, all became a habit, also having a slave …

    Boredom struck me, many slaves shared my couch, and before I knew it I was more drunk than sober in those days.

    The slave I once loved so much I had little or no attention for.

    One day a kaissa player came by and challenged me to a game.

    I was not really a match for him, since I was more drunk than sober.

    In my drunken mood, I put up my love slave as a stake of the game …lost the game …and lost the slave…

    Next morning when I woke up …still half drunk I was looking for her but she was gone.

    I did not even remember I lost her to a game of kaissa.

    Mad at myself, yelling at others, wanted her back ….stumbling to the harbor I realized she was gone ...

    A port run by a drunk… easy for pirates to take advantage of ..if not for my good friend Zyon, my First Sword Port Olni would be back heading to the decay it was in when we arrived many hands ago.

    He got me sobered up, I swore not to drink ever again like that …

    I was in pain …I missed the slave I loved so much…still angry at myself, not the same man …

    I left Port Olni in good hands of my friend Zyon and went looking for the slave …I wanted her back!

    After I found out that the kaissa player was in Port Kar I boarded the first ship that took me to him …

    It is not easy to find a kaissa player, as like him, they were constantly on the road, to other cities to find a tournament to play.

    I found the player ….he was sitting in a tavern, talking with another player about his last match.

    I approached the man …and tapped on his shoulder …

    He looked up and smiled to me…he thought I was someone who wanted lessons in Kaissa.

    He did not even remember me …I told him about our game at Port Olni ..and he vaguely remembered.

    The slave ….my slave …he had sold her the first city he was in, slaves were only a burden for a kaissa player he told me.

    He just made enough coin of her which would cover the trip to next city

    After I paid him enough coin I found out my slave was sold to a slaver called Divo.

    So my quest went further to find this slaver …well my luck, he still was at Port Kar

    When I asked him about the slave he bought from the kaissa player he remembered well as she was crying all the time, pleading to bring her back to me but of course he did not listen to a mere slave’s whining.

    He told me he sold her to a Master in the city of Rarn … a river port on the Vosk southeast of Tharna.

    Again I chartered a ship to go to Rarn …once arrived I looked for the one who bought my slave…

    After some investigations, I got to know she was sold to a wealthy Scribe called Vladimir.

    I bought myself a ride, a tharlarion ..and went to his home.

    Inquiring the local guards I found out the slave, was helping out on the grain fields, so I rushed my tharlarion to those fields …

    I jumped off the back of my ride looking over the fields …seeing many slaves …

    I spotted her …yes !!!!

    I ran towards her …my heartbeat starts beating up, she saw me coming ..and dropped the grain she was holding …

    I wanted to take her in my arms, telling how much I regret my doing…but she fell to her knees …begging forgiveness ….

    I was puzzled at this.

    At my back, I heard a screaming man coming towards me … it was Vladimir with an unsheathed sword …ready to protect what was his.

    I took my cahnpi ready to fight…but the slave came in between us two …begging her owner not to fight …

    I stood there not really realizing what was happening …

    The slave turned to me and spoke to me in a soft voice …

    “Master, I am owned by Master Vladimir now, he loves me ….” a short pause followed…” and I love him, he is kind to me”

    I could only nod ….I lowered my cahnpi …not sure what to say …I left the grain field

    I was a broken hero

    Yes, it was true, I was still in love with her…I missed her ….now it was all a broken dream

    Back on the thalarion I drove off, tears in my eyes … wondering if I ever would find another slave who I could love like I did her …one that could love me as she did once …

    The end

     

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