Well it turned out the man who I thought was my father actually turned out to be my
grandfather. My actual father had been taken before I was born. He was in a adventuring party with
my mother, but someone with ill intentions discovered that he was a demi human and turned him
into the royal army. The last time my mother had seen him; he was chained up in the back of a
carriage while she stood across the street helplessly; unable to do anything.
Shortly after that she discovered that she had conceived me during that time and knew a little
about his family and where they live. She set off to find his parents. After she had told them the
story they took pity on her and let her stay with them with the plan of helping raise me until I was
age fifteen. Fifteen is the legal age of an adult in this world. Unfortunately a few weeks later my
grandmother; who was a human, got gravely ill; with no way of receiving medical attention, she
died shortly after.
*BANG BANG BANG* The door to the room heaved out as a fist got slammed against it on the
other side.
“Kusk, are you in there?” A lady’s voice calls out.
I frantically sat up from laying on the floor covered in sweat. I had just finished my daily
workout of 100 pushups, and situps. Hearing the loud noise and the call of the women, I crawl my
way as fast as I can across the floor hiding under the bed. I can’t be seen without being covered.
If she finds out I’m a demi human I will become a slave or even worse.
“Kusk I need your help!” The lady calls out.
*BANG BANG BANG* She pounds on the door again.
Currently it was mid afternoon, my mother had left a few hours before for work, and won't be
back for another 4 hours or so. No one had ever bothered trying to get into the room while she was
away. What the hell could I; a damn 7 year old kid, do to help anyone. She is obviously lying. She
must have found out. I hear a key going into the lock on the door, and a slight click as it was
unlocked. Slowly the door opens and a person stands in the room. I can see the legs of a woman.
The past couple weeks my mother would take me outside during the night and show me different
places in the town. Occasionally she would sit down at the bar during less rowdy nights and chat
with the bartender, as I paid attention to the conversations of the clients.
“Kusk I know you’re in here you can come out. Don’t be scared.” The woman says as she starts to
walk towards the bed.
Shit. What the fuck am I suppose to do. I can’t take this woman. I’m going to die.
She walks to the end of the bed and kneels down.
“Kusk, I can see you.” She says looking towards me as I lay as close to the wall holding my
breath.
“Please don’t kill me.” I meekly let out my voice trembling. I really want to be able to live before
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dying a second time.
“I won’t kill you darling. I need your help, come out here and let me explain. Also I had
suspicions you were a demi since you weren’t allowed to leave the first seven years you lived here.
I can see I wasn’t wrong.” She states as I turned my face to look towards her. My right eye is
almost certainly glowing under the bed.
“Okay I’m going to come out.” I slowly inch my way out from under the bed towards her, trembling
with every motion.
As I reached her she firmly grasped my leg and heaved me out from under the bed.
“Ha ha ha, children are so gullible.” Her voice instantly changed from sweet and caring to menace.
Kneeling in front of me is a woman I know, it is the bartender.
I frantically flail my arms out, grabbing the end of the bed and pulling myself towards it, slipping her
hand and kicking her in the breast. Unfortunately it was a meek attempt, as she hardly even
flinched. She leaped on top of me, pinning my legs down as I tried my best to defend myself.
She put her hands down locking my arms to my side.
“You sure are a feisty one arn’t you. You’ll make a great play thing for some rich mutt.” She spits
out, as she pulls my arms together and holds them in one hand.
Reaching behind her back she wraps my hand with a rope. Tears are streaming down my
face. This is the end. Fuck this life. The memories of my past and every person I had my way with
rushes to the surface. I feel like throwing up. She lifts me up to a sitting position and quickly throws
me face down, tying my legs much like my hands.
Picking me up and throwing me to the side of the room, the bartender quickly tosses everything in
the room around destroying the place. I don’t make a sound as I know calling out for help would
more than likely make this an even worse situation. The bartender quietly stalks over to me and lifts
me with one hand tossing me over her shoulder. Snot and tears are streaming down my face onto
her back as she takes me out of the room. The only thing I was wearing was a set of brown shorts
my mother had given to me a week before.
The woman casually hits the top of the door handle with her hand causing the handle along with
parts of the door to smash down to the floor. With that done she turns around and heads towards
the stairs. If only I could do something, anything to protect myself. I don’t even have a weapon.
We make our way down the stairs and into the pub, the bear rug on the wall looking more
menacing than any day I've seen it. The pub is completely devoid of all life. The only noise is the
thunderous steps of the women. She moves quickly past the bar into the kitchen.
The kitchen is very small. It has a small center island with barely enough room for 1 person on
either side. There are cupboards along the back wall, with a couple pieces of hanging meat hung
from them. Wooden bowls and plates are neatly stacked off to one side. On the wall closest toward
the bar are 3 barrels of liquor, above them stacked neatly are mugs. She brushes by one of the
barrels, nearly tipping it over. Spinning around the island My head slams into the mugs, causing a
pile of them to slam onto the floor, 3 of them break upon hitting the stone floor.
“God damn it.” She lets out with a sigh.
She walks towards a door on the right side of the room under the stairs that go to the rooms
upstairs, and quickly opens it.
“Don’t bother making a noise, no one will hear you.” She slips me off her shoulder and throws
me like a sack into the room.
A blast of cold air hits me as I am thrown 8 feet down onto a dirty floor. The door at the top of a
stairway closes, and with a click of a lock; I’m trapped.
- Skill Pain Resistance lvl 1 learned -
I try to gather my bearings, as I sit up. A dull pain protrudes from my left shoulder. I managed
to take a brunt of the fall on my left shoulder, but it feels like it's dislocated. I try looking around the
room, but it's pitch black. There is no light, not even from the direction of the door. The only sounds
I hear is a persistent dripping, and occasional sound of small claws skittering across the floor. I
break down into a fit of sobs, barely being able to catch my breath. Fuck this life I’ve been given.
Name: Kusk
Age: 7
Race: Demi-Human
Hit Points: 21/25
Mana: 10/10
Class: None
Stats
Strength: 12
Agility: 14
Vitality: 25
Intelligence: 14
Dexterity: 10
Skills: Common (Language) lvl 10, Luink (LizardFolk Language) lvl 7, Acrobatics lvl 4, unarmed fighting lvl 2, Cleaning lvl 10, Learning lvl 4, Cuteness lvl 2, Keen Eye lvl 1, Analyze lvl 1, Pain Resistance lvl 1
Titles: None
Spells: None
