Back at the Explosion site.
" BASTARDLY, MOTHERF##KER, BITCH!!!!." Graz cursed as he picked himself off the ground, his body was tattered and covered in a variety of wounds, any of which could kill a normal man.
Although he survived, the price he paid was an expensive shield fortified with enchantments. It was completely useless now and it only added to his fury.
Graz, slowly stumbling away from the field, seemed to glow red. Not only was his company(1^) decimated, and he severely injured, but the fact that it was all caused by a youth whose balls had yet to drop embarrassed him. Although wounds like his cost a pretty penny to heal, he was sure he wouldn't die, as he was quite the stubborn bastard his life was tenacious.
if one were to also consider all his previous scrapes with near-death situations, you would notice he always managed to scrape by and gain a new lease on life.
Graz, looking in the direction Avlon ran, swore to collect this debt of blood like every debt he has been owed. Choosing to ignore the surviving few men, he returned to one of their campsites.
At the camp, his subordinates looked at him, bewildered, as he cursed miserably to his cabin. Torn clothing and the smell of burnt flesh wafted through the air. Despite the best efforts of his Alchemists and every cheap potion and ointment they had, he was still covered in large gashes and cuts, and small parts of his skin were charred black and hanging off.
The camp of the Clarvo Bandits was located deep in the Juin Forest but a couple of forward bases were positioned closer to the edge of the forest. This was done to throw off the Royal Varaxian Army.
Entering his cabin, Graz guzzled some more elixirs to quicken the healing process of his remaining injuries. Before going to rest, however, Graz put out an order that was sure to make Avlon's life a living hell.
" Search the forest for the boy I fought against and when you do bring him to me dead or alive."
Another part of the Juin Forest
Avlon ate some of the rations he gathered after running away from the explosion sight. Nehost was going to sleep(2^) and he decided to do so as well. The darkening sky was like a canvas, awash with muddling colors and stars.
Lying on the forest floor, a myriad of thoughts flooded his mind, like how to escape the forest or how his family was doing. It was then that he recalled a memory.
Flashback
6 years ago, the Month of Aust
It was 9:00 noct at night, and Avlon and his father were sitting under Talvin's canopy, the tree was mighty and had provided him and his father many times of rest from the heat of Iluio. They braced themselves comfortably against Axis's side, with their eyes looking to the starry night sky.
It was quite a tranquil moment, and Avlon felt a powerful sense of calm wash over him. As his mind began drifting he expressed some shock.
Perhaps noticing his slight look of surprise, his father spoke saying, " Isn't Clemi's(3^) ambiance wonderful.? "
" Does your mind feel adrift.? " " Does a feeling of hopelessness well up inside, as you try and fail to cling to organized thought? " " This is, true, peace of mind."
" When from your memory, conjures of persons, you believe, one shouldn't have much reason to think about, suddenly pop up."
" This is the work of Clemi's presence."
" Why does this happen, father? "Avlon asked, puzzled.
" Well, according to my family, it means Clemi is showing you the people important to you in this moment of clarity."
" Who does Clemi show you, Father.? " With a slight smile on his face, he replied, " I see you, a little boy, your mother, and my parents." " Avlon, tell me, who do you see? "
" I see you, mother, and a little boy, I also see the fellow children of the community as well as this auburn-haired girl..."
~Hahaha~, his father laughed " You seem to have a lot of people that are special to you." " Promise me you'll protect them." " Don't worry father, I will. " Avlon responded with a determined expression on his face.
Casting his eyes in his father's direction, he noticed that his eyes contained a sadness that seemed to bloom under the cover of the stars. He did not know what it was but he could tell that his dad went through a lot.
Flashback end
Avlon stared at the sky, mulling over that moment in his head, thinking about the faces he had seen. Looking at the starry sky, it was unchanged, appearing just like the starry sky of 6 years ago. Avlon relaxed himself and began chanting Clemi's incantation, something that his father imparted to Avlon before he left. As he tried to regain that feeling of true peace, from that time 6 years ago, Avlon sighed, after 30 minu he gave up.
It seemed no matter what he did he couldn't relive that feeling. As he was quite tired, Avlon decided to go to sleep, and with hope for the new day, he closed his eyes.
Avlon wanted to get an early start and leave the forest as quickly as possible and a good night's rest would be indispensable to this plan. Then without warning a low, but powerful voice reverberated through the surrounding area, " The heavens will open, you must prepare. " The deep voice spoke with a sense of conviction, that seemed to place great importance on this information.
Half asleep and annoyed, Avlon leaped up surprised. While pondering, he realized, that it was the same voice he heard 5 years ago, and though he waited to see if the voice spoke again, nothing happened. Deciding to sleep, he had just entered the realm of Morphi(3^) when a voice seemed to shout in his ear " THE HEAVENS WILL OPEN!! ".
Avlon jumped again for the second time tonight, screaming and cursing at the voice, he said, " MOTHERF##KING, PIECE of SH#T BASTARD.! Cant you leave me the F##K alone.! "
It would've looked really comical if there were others there to see it, a young boy hoping and cursing at empty air. Well, luckily for Avlon, no one else was there to see, or, so he had thought.
Camp Of The Clarvo Bandits
Graz marched to the leisure area of the camp, which the slave quarters happened to be the center of. Housing about 40 slaves, most of whom, were men. About 15 or so of these individuals were women, they were a varied bunch, ranging from young maidens to older women.
In this field of work, women were a type of prize. As they were used as toys for pleasure and the cleaning of the cabins of the high-level members. They also served as important trade items and were the most profitable loot in transactions and raids. Due to this importance, Bandit groups were ranked according to not only their company size and territory holdings but also the number of women, particularly virgins, that they owned.
As such, within camps or organizations like these, women were available and equivalent to power. However, this only concerned beautiful maidens as the others were used freely by the crooks of the Clarvo camp.
Considered an exception, Graz usually didn't participate in the sexual debauchery that occurs among other camps but to relieve the pent-up frustration he decided that after shedding the blood of men, he should shed the the blood of madiens. " Where are the maiden slaves? "
The guard posted near the entrance of the slave quarter jumped, quickly straightening his posture the nearby bandits followed suit. " They're in that house by the well sir. " The bandit responded. With a crisp nod, Graz entered the slave area and made a beeline for the house outlined by the guard.
There were as of current, three maidens of the ages 16 to 18 years, who were the prize possessions of the Clarvo Bandits. Graz entered the house to the surprise of the three flowers(4^). The three women lined up before Graz, looking intensively at each in turn, Graz picked the oldest of the three.
She was a girl with black hair, brown eyes, simple facial features, and a shapely body. Her plump bottom seemed almost magnetic the way it pulled his gaze, " I will be taking this one the others can return to their normal duties. " Graz walked off as the company of 5 bandits with him grabbed the girl to bring her to Graz's cabin.
1 sonen later
7:00 noct
Graz entered the room, dimly lit by moonlight streaming in from the window. Its glow wrapped the bed and its occupant in a silver shimmer, fabricating an ethereal atmosphere. Lying on the bed was the woman he'd picked earlier, she was naked, her body sheening with the shimmer of herbal oil. Her chest, rising and falling with each breath, drew his eyes over. Though dark, just visible was the delicious flesh of her ass.
It was probably the oil reflecting the moon's glow but she radiated a light that made her seem almost holy and untaintable. Thinking of what he was about to do was almost blasphemous. Graz smiled as he felt a reaction stirring in his lower garments. With a lecherous expression on his face, Graz started undressing, taking off everything but his undergarment, and sat on a chair opposite the bed.
He was eager to pounce on her but he couldn't show weakness. He beckoned the girl to him, and as she approached her eyes flitted over his body. Seeming to get the idea. Bending down to remove his only piece of clothing, she consoled herself with the thought that the man who would take her was not in bad shape, and if she was being honest he was even a little handsome.
Her thoughts froze, as she took in the sight of his erect member and wondered if that could fit in there. Graz smiled at the girl who seemed mesmerized by the shape and size of his member. The girl decided she was going to try taking the initiative and began to give him fellatio. In hopes, she would get in Graz's good graces and raise her standing. Pleased with her eagerness Graz smiled as he spoke " Time to pluck a flower. "
1^ Used to describe a group of people between the standard requirements for a Squadron and a Unit.
2^This phrase is used to say, the sky is getting darker.
3^Goddess of Fabrication(dreams and nightmares), Slumber and Slothfullness.
4^Term used to refer to virgin women.