by Lance Wilson
“Attonnan, are you insane, Fuma is fuming, the feast ended an hour ago, he has been demanding you be brought before him for questioning, I told him you went off with Simeron, he said to send you to him the second you came in. Go, I’ll take care of Simeron, just go” he says and watches as Attonnan jumps off of Simeron making him grab the rains as Simeron trots past him a bit
Attonnan doesn’t even hear most of the message, only that the feast ended an hour ago, and to go to Fuma. Dashing though the halls he has to swerve left and right to avoid people. Soon he is in front of the thrown room door. Taking a deep breath he slams the door open. The sight that greets him is not a happy one. The thrown room is empty expert for Fuma who is pacing back and forth. When the thrown room doors open he snaps his head to see his young apprentice dropped on one knee panting. Fuma smiles a bit but quickly makes his face one of hate and fury. Attonnan couldn’t have helped him any better. He missed the feast, sure he wanted Attonnan to be there, but it was nothing special, but by missing it he can unleash his rage on him. He can claim him now and call it a punishment, tell him it is to show him who is boss and make sure he never forgets. The temple is already set up, he saw too it himself.
“Do you delight in making me a fool” Fuma says his voice a roar in the huge room
“No master, I only lost track of time” Attonnan says his voice nothing more the cowards whisper.
“What did I tell you today, when we first came in and left the ship, what did I tell you” Fuma says smiling to see that all of Attonnan’s body is trembling in fear, this is perfect
“You said that the day was mine, but I was to be at the feast, at your right hand.” Attonnan says he wants to stop shaking, he keeps telling his body to stop, but it won’t listen
“Then you can imagine my surprise when I looked to my right and found an empty chair… . I made our guests wait for over half an hour for you, then when I knew you weren’t coming I had to make an excuse, I had to tell them something to cover for you… tell me Attonnan, who is the master here” he asks, this is how it will start, this is how he shall get unwavering loyalty from him.
“You are my lord and master” Attonnan says calmly
“I’m not entirely sure you believe that… . come with me” he says and walks across the thrown room past Attonnan and out the door.
Quickly Attonnan is on his feet and following his master. The walk is not a long one, but to Attonnan it seems to take forever, his master now ahead of him by three or four steps, silent as the dead. His master then opens a door and glares at Attonnan, without question Attonnan walks in. he is shocked to see that it is a place he has been in before, the temple, the statue.
Walking ahead of Fuma he moves down the brick laid corridor with the bright red pillars that connect with an arch that line the walls. In-between he can see banners hanging with words in a language that he cannot understand, but on the banners are shadows of animals, most he recognizes. The first two are a horse on his right; a stag on his left, the next are a snake, then a scorpion, then a monkey with a mantis, then a lion with a bull, then a tiger with a dragon. Then as he continues the creatures take on some more mythical looking form, three headed dogs, several headed dragons, multiple horned beasts that stand like men, griffins, sphinx, and other things. As he walks further he finds a set a doors that are bright red, engraved in the door is some kind of writing the writing is a bright green as he feels the writing he finds that it is actually stone placed into the wood of the door. His hand moves over the door and he can’t help but be drawn to it. Something about this place feels forbidden, he shouldn’t be here, but it is that vary feeling that is also driving him here. Taking a deep breath he tries the handle. The handle gives without a struggle. He keeps his eyes ahead as he opens the door wide to make sure Fuma can move past it with ease. On the far side of the wall is a pale milky green statue of some kind of god or deities, one he has never seen before. It is a large man with a thin but muscular build. He is dressed in armor, a chest plate with the image of three dog heads carved on it. A skirt of some kind, it looks like strips of leather, armor on his calves that goes up to the knees. Sandals. A helm that covers almost all of his face, minus a T like cut so you can see his eyes, nose and part of the mouth. On the top of the helm is a main of some kind, he can only assume that in real armor it would have been horsehair, the mane runs from the center of the helm all the way down the back of it and he can guess that the hair would have touched just to the shoulders. In his right hand is a spear in his left is a large circular shield with a slight dome to it. At his side on the left is a shorter type of blade. Stepping closer he also sees that to one side of this man is a smaller statue, this is of a huge dog with three heads, the dog is huge build and vary muscular, it looks like the kinds of dogs that the armies used to have march with them, flopping ears and narrow eyes, shorter muzzles and only stubs for tails. The man has a look of determination and hate on his face. On either side of the god and his pet are large scrolls each written in some kind of language he cannot understand. Beside this is two pillars about four feet tall with large bowls on them, inside the bowls are hot coals that are still aflame. Along the sidewalls are huge racks with all kinds of weapons on them, weapons that look like they have come from all over the elf lands and beyond. Attonnan remembers how when he first came here he wondered what this room was for, it seems he shall now see. His master will show him, the statue seems to look down at him mocking him.
“Strip yourself” Fuma says and watches as Attonnan turns in shock
Fuma waits for a bit knowing that he will not respond at first. This is not the first one he has taken, perhaps the first he has taken here. But not the first he has taken, not by far.
“Did you hear your master” Fuma says raising his hand to strike Attonnan, but Attonnan flinches and quickly begins to strip himself, first the armor, then the shirt. Attonnan terrified of what is about to happen reaches for the pants looking up at his master only to get a nod of approval. He then takes off his pants, the last bit of clothing left on him. Out of instinct Attonnan seems to cross his arms in front of him and hang his head. Fuma’s eyes roam over the young elf’s body, the porcelain white skin, the raven black hair, yes, he will enjoy this, and he has hungered for this moment, but knew it had to be just right to get the results he wanted. Slowly walking to Attonnan Fuma grabs him by the back of his head, yanking his hair so that he yelps in pain and looks up. Fuma then presses his lips to Attonnan’s forcing them to open, shoving his tongue into Attonnan’s mouth. Attonnan’s eyes flash open in shock. He feels Fuma press his tongue forcefully at the back of his throat until he can’t help but surrender to him. Opening his mouth further, letting his master show him what it is to be his servant, his pet. Slowly Fuma breaks off the kiss still letting his hair go.
“Strip your master.” He says darkly, his eyes flickering with a sinister smile
Attonnan to frightened, to ashamed can only do as his master asks. Slowly and with gentle care he moves his hands over Fuma’s armor, letting it drop to the ground. Fuma himself removes the gloves and boots, then smiles as Attonnan begins to undo the belt, he stares deep into Attonnan’s eyes to see that there is no pleasure in this for him, only fear of what will happen if he doesn’t do as his master says. The pants drop to the floor and Fuma steps to one side smiling at his young apprentice who now only stares at the ground
“Step closer” Fuma says smiling, now it is to teach the lesson, who is master and who is servant
Attonnan still looking down does as he is told, why, why is his master doing this to him. Fuma then grips Attonnan’s neck from behind and lets the nails dig into the skin, but does not let it break the skin. Having full control of his young apprentice he moves his head between his legs. Attonnan can see the light blue color of his master’s manhood, it is already firm and ready to be given the attention that Fuma has every intention of making Attonnan do.
“Suckle it, suckle it like it was your mothers teat” Fuma says growling at his apprentice his claws digging deeper into the skin making Attonnan let out a yelp of pain.
Knowing he has no other choice Attonnan slowly takes it into his mouth, Fuma having no patients for foreplay shoves Attonnan’s head forward filling his mouth with his manhood. Attonnan forces his mouth to open further as it grows even larger in his mouth, before he is ready Fuma begins to thrust, moving Attonnan’s head along it as tears stream down his face, how, why, why would his master want this of him, what could he have done so wrong. Attonnan only wanting this over goes limp in his masters grip but that only gives him tighter grip, this time he had no choice and his nails break the skin and blood trickles past his nail, not a lot, just a few drops.
“I said nurse on it” Fuma growls, and another dig into his flesh reminds Attonnan who is master.
Attonnan does as he is told and begins to suckle on his master; this time whimpers of shame and torment escape him, Fuma hearing this only smile wider, that is what he wants from him. The shame of this shall bring him further as a pet then anything else he has done before. Fuma controlling the pace by his thrusts and by Attonnan’s neck doesn’t let it go for too long though, this is only the beginning, and before Attonnan can do or say anything Fuma pulls him from the manhood throwing him to the ground. Attonnan only lay there for a moment holding him up on one arm shocked and in tears.
“Now, on your hands and knees, I shall show you I am your master and you are mine” Fuma growls watching with delight as all Attonnan does in wipe his eyes on his arm and nods
Attonnan slowly gets on his hands and knees like some kind of beast, not sure what is coming next, not wanting to know. All he knows is that Fuma is the master and that he can do anything to him. He neither has the power or will to fight a man like him, he is the servant, the pet, Fuma is the master and he will serve him. It is all he can do. Fuma then grips Attonnan’s hips pulling him to him, using his thumbs to pull apart Attonnan’s cheeks. Attonnan then feels the gentle strength of his master’s weight pushes him open, slowly bringing himself to rest on the much smaller frame of his apprentice. With no warning Fuma quickly thrust, taking his apprentice from behind like a beast, Attonnan not able to control himself screams in pain. Attonnan begins to feel like he is being ripped apart as Fuma thrusts with animal need. Fuma knowing that the time is now gently wraps one arm around his waist continuing to take him. He then dips three of his claws into a red ink. Quickly trying not to loose concentration he begins the incantation to give Attonnan the mark of the Dagoth, but this mark is different, it is a mark that others Dagoth, or at least those that have studied it, will see as a woman, a servant. Finishing the first verse of the incantation he rakes the three claws across Attonnan’s right cheek right below the cheekbone. Blood runs down the wounds, but Attonnan hardly notices, all he feels is his master taking him, taking him like he’s some kind of beast, some kind of toy, but he is too weak to stop him, he could never fight this man, it is his master, his better. Starting the second verse Fuma wraps the opposite arm around him, and then dips the same fingers on the opposite hand into more red ink. Just like the last time, as he finishes the verse he rakes the claws across the opposite cheek, right below the cheekbone. He then splashes both hands into the water, one at a time, still keeping his pace with Attonnan. Fuma then looses himself in the moment riding Attonnan like the servant he is, he knows that he will not finished the incantation until he can feel that he is on the brink of his release. Attonnan finally submits to the ineffable sliding and pushing, each thrust grinding the breath from his lungs. There is nothing more he can do, this is his fate. Feeling the release near Fuma quickly starts the last verse of the incantation. Attonnan feels Fuma’s thrust speed up, slamming into him with the force of a volcano. Right before the last line is spoken Fuma lifts his head and roars out in pleasure. Attonnan feels the explosion of his master, he knows he had served his master well, weeping he barely holds his trembling body up, after finishing Fuma pulls himself free and grabs Attonnan by the length of his hair pulling his head to one side, with a yell of pain. Fuma then dips his finger in blue ink and speaks the last line of the incantation as he carves a crescent moon in the center of Attonnan’s forehead. Letting go off Attonnan he smiles to watch him curl into a ball crying and whimpering in fear, pain and shame. Everything has gone to plan, Attonnan will remember this, he will know how to serve his master, and he will know his masters strength, and never question it.
“Remember this lesson my pet, I am master” he says and walks out of the room
As he sobs Attonnan only looks up one, the eyes of the statue and of the gods pet seem to mock him, laugh at his weakness, but they do not know, they can’t know. This is his life, he is a servant, a pet, and Fuma, as he said, is the master.
Chapter 5
Mellyruna
As he keeps his horse at a fast paced trot Mellyruna lets his mind wander to all that he has learned tonight. Attonnan is no longer even in sight; he kept his horse at a gallop. His whole world was shaken tonight at what he just found out, and looking around at his siblings he is sure theirs has been just as shaken. Sure he knew his father was no saint and that for some reason he had a problem with Attonnan, but to find out that his father could do what he did to Attonnan, it’s hard to say how he feels. Whipped, whipped until he bled and then just left there to hang, that is what his father did, at the same time never laying a hand on him Byrdi or Maeraer, only Attonnan. He hates his father for this, but his father was always kind to him so he can’t deny that he loves him. Hanging his head he looks over his shoulder at Vulge and then kicks his horse to pick up the pace to get some distance between him and his siblings.
“You summoned me prince” Vulge says calmly,
Mellyruna has to take a second look; Vulge has never addressed him like this. He forgot that this was his rite of passage and now he is the next in line to the thrown of Ronin, Vulge was only showing him the proper respect, he shall just have to get used to it.
“Don’t address me like that, not you, you practically were one of my keepers” Mellyruna says smiling remembering when times were new and he was still just a young elfling.
“Practically, ha, I was one of your keepers, yours and your brothers” he says knowing that once the king remarried he never had to watch them as closely, but he couldn’t help it. He loved his queen and it was her wish that he watch over them. Rin was wonderful to them both, took them in with open arms.
“I want to talk about things I know, and the vary foundation of all I believed in, one that has been shaken and perhaps shattered” Mellyruna says glancing back to make sure his younger siblings have not picked up the pace to listen in, they do have a bad habit of butting in and spying, the thought brings a smile to his face. He would do anything for them, for them or for Attonnan, and had he known about his father. He only shakes his head, he didn’t know, there is no reason to blame himself for what happened, but why did Attonnan keep it such a secret, was he ashamed, did he hate them as well since father favored them.
“Go on” Vulge says sure where this is going, but knows that the young prince will need a bit of time to get his thoughts in order.
“I guess I can understand why father did what he did, understand, but not accept. How do I face him, how do I love him the way I did, knowing he bled my brother, bled my brother for his own satisfaction” Mellyruna says looking up at his old friend and captain.
He watches as his friend looks down thinking about the answer. This is a hard one, he can’t just tell him to push it out of his mind, this is his own twin that was bled, but he can’t tell him that his father doesn’t deserve a bit of that sympathy. How to answer this, how to help Mellyruna love his brother, love his father, and not betray either
“I’m not sure you can love them the way you used to. But your father loves you and would do anything for you. You still know that
much at least, I hope” Vulge says softly and looks up.
“Well of course I know that but” but Vulge stops his sentence short as he holds up his hand to let the young prince know that he wasn’t finished.
“And you love Attonnan, you would do anything for him, just as he would for you” Vulge says knowing they are getting closer to the castle so he will have to wrap this up quickly
“Yes” Mellyruna says knowing that Vulge has one last thing to say, but not sure what it is.
“I think it best to just let things be, be there for your brother when he calls, love your father and pity him for the pain he feels, but don’t hate him, he’s sick, sick in the mind as well as the heart. Sometimes second born is not just a name, but also a curse. Attonnan has accepted this. Besides, in time Attonnan will prove your fathers better” He says and lays a hand on Mellyruna’s shoulder now pointing to the distance where they both can see the castle gates.
As they ride to the gates the first thing Mellyruna sees as he nears the gates is Rin his stepmother. She is still dressed in her nightgown, still covered in a red hooded cloak. Mellyruna pulls his horse to a stop and then dashes up to his mother, she has never met him at the gates not for any reason. The closer he gets the more he can see that she has been crying.
“Mother, what’s wrong” Mellyruna asks calmly pulling his mother to him.
“Your father has gone missing.” She says looking over at Vulge as he approaches.
“He has not returned from the Oda meeting” Vugle asks curious and in shock
“He never arrived at the Oda meeting. Lord Oda himself asked of the delay” She says and watches as her other children gather around her.
“We shall gather the hunters and set out a scouting party, Vulge do you know where the meeting was,” Mellyruna asks calmly but her mother puts a hand on his shoulder.