A barren night. Noises echoed throughout the dark. A single lamp lit the dark void. The lamp hanged by a merchant who's counting his earnings of the day in his wagon. As he peered out the window to observe the fine products for sale. His products, special. The products let out pitiful yelps and sobs as they lay barren in the harsh night.
The clock on the wagon chimed as the hour hand hits midnight the merchant slowly rose up in a way that a predator going is out for a hunt. Time for a quality check. Out he goes. The sight of his valuable products delighted him as he strides closer to one of his products. It cowers in fear as the pale man approached.
"Tell me boy. Do you think you will be free?" the pale merchant whispered with a cruel smile. The product, quiet and shivering, cowers even further away.
"I asked you a question. Well there will be punishment for you today boy. I will show you what happens to those who doesn't follow my order. Follow me boy I will make you feel good." said the merchant as he grabs the boy and make way back to the wagon.
The product yelling, struggling as hard as he can but the grip was tight. The man swiftly took him in to the wagon. That night was scary as screams of pain and visceral sounds came from the wagon. Other products heard this and were shocked. One of the products, however, seemed to have no reaction. Its eyes laid low as the inherent gleam of the eyes has vanished a long time ago. It was lucky as it was too weak and hideous to be chosen for the whole ordeal of 'punishment'.
Cold wind blew and the clouds unshrouded the moon. Half moon. In the moonlight the product that laid low happened to see another of them approach him.
"You okay?" The frailed product asked with a ragged voice. Silence.
"Don't let the horrors get to you just ignore it." The product kept talking.Maybe it was because of this that the timid product noticed the frailed product.
"My name is Sill. What is your's?"
".o..r" mumbled the timid product.
"What?"
"Ko...r"
"Kor?"
"Ye..s."
The exchange was short as it was interrupted by another screeching scream from the wagon.It was horrendous,the lives of these products. Fear, terror and pain. Sufferring day to day only to be sold after months of travelling to a crooked old man or an adventurer who uses them as bait. Life was simply there for them to suffer.
The dreadful screams finally stopped but the product was no where to be seen. And out comes the man again.
"Tommorrow will be a good day. We be arriving at a town and we will be striking gold. Pray that you are lucky as some of you shall be sold." The man proudly exclaims.
The products all stared each other with wide eyes but none too brave to speak or should i say too stupid. The night went on and the products went silent.
The sun rose and with it, the merchant.
"Get up my fine products we shall march to the town." He yelled this louder and louder with each interval till all the products are wake.
The morning was beautiful. Although the concept was foreign to the products they still deeply felt it. And the overall atmosphere seem to become light. Kor however did see the beauty of the morning but has no reaction to it. Life has become meaningless and he is cynical at a tender age. After all even his loving mother abandoned him.
As the products push the wagon along the gravel road, a small village came in sight. A humble village.