**LITTLE RAYAN'S POV**
The vine yard belonged to a viscount, who I didn't bother to learn their name, he had a huge farm about twenty acres, ever inch of the farm was covered by the grapevines. My work was simple, I was to weed out as much weeds as I could find in his twenty acre land, my shift begun at the crack of dawn until the afternoon. Since I was a child I wasn't paid my full share if my calculations were correct I should be paid a total of nine copper coins but instead I was paid five coins.
Of course I didn't complain since it was a regular source of income compared to living in the streets, I was also lucky that a fellow worker an elderly woman in her sixties took pity on me and gave me a place in her home to sleep. Her home consisted of one room, that room was the living room, kitchen and the bedroom it only had a table and two chairs in the middle of the room. The two of us slept on the sisal mats she had I would assist her with buying some groceries from my salary but the remainder of my money was spent on clothes even though they were cheap they were better than my torn clothes that showed my nipple and a small section of my butt. I was slowly getting used to my current life until that horrible day.
I was busy doing my tasks, I had graduated from weeding to normal task like watering the grapevine but I had to be careful with how I would water then apparently if you wet the foil something the grapes would get diseases surprisingly plants can get sick to.
"hey kid," the supervisor came to where I was and said, "the boss wants to see you,"
"huh, what about?" I asked my mind instantly thought that I was going to get fired.
"I don't know kid, just go to the storeroom and you'll find out, he's waiting for you there," he said his voice showing his annoyance, I didn't want to anger him since he didn't hold back with his beating.
I washed my hands actually I just rubbed my hands on my shirt. As I was walking to the storeroom, I was thinking of numerous reasons why I would be called I mean I've never ever seen the man's face so what could it be, I couldn't think of anything the only thing that I could think of was the time I called the accountant a fucker when he gave me only four copper coins or the time i accidentally destroyed three grapevines but I had at least four day pay cut from me. As I was approaching the door, the storeroom just looked like an oversized inn the only exception was the smell of grapes and that it had another door at the end.
I placed my hands on the door handle, took a deep breath, "fuck it, if am getting fired then he better pay me today's worth," I said to myself in a low tone. I turned the door knob and entered the room.
The room was filled with barrel of what I could assume were full of wine and at the furthest end of the room was a middle aged man standing in front of a desk, he had a bald spot at the back of his head and a small pot belly, he was wearing a suit that looked like a uniform, it was a black half coat and he wore a white long sleeves shirt and khaki pants. In his hands were a bunch of documents he was browsing through.
"uhm you wanted to see me boss," I said from the door. He didn't bother looking at me he just gestured for me to close the door and that I get closer.
I took a big gulp as I walked to him, yup am getting fired today but he better have my money or else I'll open a barrel or two and let the wine spill. I stood in front of him as he browsed through his last document before placing the papers on the table on his right.
"Your name is Rayan, if am not mistaken," he said as he looked at me with a really strange look in his eyes.
"yes sir that's my name," I said.
"well you've been working here for three weeks now and you never bothered to come and see me,"
"I didn't see the need to see you sir, the supervisor explained my tasks and I didn't see the need to trouble you,"
"oh trust me you coming to see me would not trouble me at all," he licked his lips after saying this and I don't know why but I started feeling uncomfortable. His eyes were scanning me from head to toe.
"if that's all, I'd like to get back. The supervisor gets angry if I don't finish my job," I said as I turned around. He grabbed me by both of my shoulders and turned me around so that I would be facing him. His hands never left my shoulders.
"what would you say if I paid you twenty copper pieces and you won't have to work," he said in a low soft voice.
"no I want to earn my own money, thank you very much," I said as I tried to pry his hands off me.
"you know with a face like that, I'd make it that you never have to work," he still insisted.
"let go off me!" I said as anger was now boiling inside of me.
"you little shit, let this happen," he said and I a split second he pushed me on the desk and held my head down.
"the fuck are you doing let go off me!" I yelled as I struggled to get free.
"stop being stubborn," he said his voice sounding more hoarse as every word left his mouth. I felt his hands on groping and squeezing my butt, he pulled my pants down leaving me with my underwear.
"now we are getting somewhere,"
"fucking let go of me!"
My hands frantically moved around the desk as i tried to escape as luck would have it I managed to get a hold of a screwdriver, I grabbed it and held it in my hand as tightly as I could while in the position I was in, I just raised my heel and it reached right in his nuts. He roughly pushed me to the ground and I landed on my back while on the ground I pulled my pants up.
He backed away with his hands on his crown jewels, I quickly got up and ran at him, I jumped up and came down with the screwdriver right through his collarbone with gravity and my weight the screwdriver went in his body with ease and with how I attacked him we both managed to fall on the ground with me on top of him. The viscount was screaming in pain as I twisted the screwdriver over and over again.
"touch me again!" I yelled and I released the screwdriver.
"touch me again!" I yelled as I raised a fist and landed it on his face.
"touch me again!" i gave him another punch. I kept repeating this until my arms got tired and I was now gasping for breath my knuckles were aching and filled with these bastard's blood, the viscount's face became a bloody mess, his eyes were swollen in their sockets as blood dripped out, his nose has become misshapen and his lips had burst. His face currently looked like a horrible attempt to make mince meat.
The door burst open and I saw the supervisor standing, he looked at me and at the viscount with the bloody messy face under me, his face twisted into one of anger as he saw me.
"You little shit!" his voice thundered, anger driving him closer. Swiftly dismounting the viscount, I dashed through the adjacent doorway concealed behind the desk. A determined pull and the lock gave way, freeing me for escape.
The supervisor's rage-infused cries reverberated, prompting reinforcements to converge. Two additional men emerged, armed with bows and arrows, their formidable presence sending waves of intimidation. Across the expanse they pursued me, their arrows hissing through the air. But fortune smiled upon me, and each arrow missed its mark by a hair's breadth.
From the land's edge, a dense forest extended its invitation, a sanctuary promising possible respite. My pace surged, driven by the hope that within those shadowed depths, I might slip through the grasp of my unrelenting pursuers. Just as the forest's threshold neared, my luck had finally run out. An arrow found its mark, lodging in my left shoulder blade, pain rippling through my senses in a crescendo of agony. Momentum betrayed me, propelling my body into a tumultuous tumble.
Downward my form careened, the arrow delving deeper with each revolution. A cruel dance of pain ensued, the arrowhead revealing itself beneath my collarbone, my consciousness ebbing and flowing as the ground met my head repeatedly. At last, the chaotic descent terminated, my chest meeting the earth with a force that expelled the air from my lungs. Twigs etched their cuts across my arms and face, but these wounds paled before the relentless agony radiating from my shoulder and back. Slowly, blood seeped out, my teeth clenched as pain painted my vision in blinding hues.
"Capture him! The boss will have our heads if he escapes!" the supervisor's voice carried to me, urgency coating every word.
Footsteps and voices closed in, seconds morphing into heartbeats. I yearned to move, yet my body was a battleground of agony, the simplest motion an insurmountable mountain.
**RAYAN'S POV**
"that's not fair you were only defending yourself," princess said as she cut my story short.
I was kinda betraying my notion of no storytelling while we traveled but the sooner I finished the sooner it will all be over with also since we didn't have anything else to do to pass the time so I figured it would be best to continue.
" it's natural princess, with power you can do anything," I said.
"but that doesn't mean you should, mother always says that we should help the ones we rule," she said her face filled with rage, "how old were you when this happened?"
"I was five years and seven months old,"
After she heard that her face changed from rage to pity.
"we'll continue in another time,"