Bound and Broken: An Isekai Adventure Dark Fantasy (Melas Book 1) by V.A. Lewis (autobiographies to read .TXT) 📕

slaves quickly turned and hurried off to continue doing their jobs. But Theodore just stood there. Alone.

"I’m sorry," I repeated the words, and felt like an idiot. But there was nothing else I could say, and it had to be said. So I said it again, even if it made me an idiot.

Theodore turned his head back to face me, and he smiled. It was a bleak smile, like the sun on a rainy day; the kind of smile you gave someone when you wanted to assure someone, but had no strength left to do so.

"There’s no reason to be sorry, Melas. It was my fault. I thought that I could at least save her— that if I had enough money, she could have recovered from the Noxeus. But there is no cure to that plague. I should have known that the moment my wife died. Then my daughter died too. And I couldn’t pay them back," the middle aged man forlornly spoke; his words striking deep into my chest.

I wanted to cry. Why? Why must we suffer? I wanted to scream at the world for being so unfair. But I did not. Because I knew those words hung between every sentence he spoke. I knew that his cry was silently being screamed into the world at this very moment.

I looked at the man. At the father and the husband. At the farmer who gave up everything he had and owned, just to save his family. And it was all in vain; ending with his family gone, and with the loan sharks he approached selling him into slavery.

He stared back into my eyes, and I knew then that the next words he would speak were not meant for me, but for himself.

"May the Goddess illuminate our lives."

Only when he turned away, did I remember to breathe; I stared up his back, as he went back to work, and was yelled at and beaten by the guards for taking so long.

Slowly, so slowly that I was not even sure if I was moving, I looked away. I turned to face the audience; the two Beastkin that shared my cell, and saw the overcast looks they had.

They both had somber expressions, something that was completely uncharacteristic of them; Shang was gripping his fists so tightly into a ball that blood was dripping off the side, and Rin was clenching her jaw so hard you could hear the grinding of the teeth.

"Hrn, we will get out of here, I promise."

"Nn, and we will make them pay."

I looked at the two of them, meeting the both of their gazes. Then finally, I could not take it anymore, and I cried.

I broke down, collapsing to the cell floor as tears ran down my face. My wailing echoed around the room, as the two of Beastkin comforted me, trying to ease my sadness.

I cried and cried, until there were no more tears; until the day came to a close, and the morrow came about to replace it.

After we left the city, our caravan continued on its track to Bys. I sat in the wagon as it hurried on down its path, and gathered every single ounce of willpower I had, then spoke.

"We escape. Tonight."

Everyone in the room, not just Shang and Rin, paused. The white furred catgirl tilted her head to one side and spoke anxiously.

"Are you sure? It’s so soon after our last attempt. And your leg…" she trailed off.

"Rin’s right. You’re still a child, and after what happened the other day— you don’t have to push yourself."

I shook my head, and resolutely stood my ground; I raised myself to my feet, and turned to every single person— not slave, person— in the room.

"We escape," I said. "I’m sick and tired of all this. I want this to be over already. I don’t care what happens— I just want to make them pay."

Shang hesitated, but he saw the determination in my eyes. "Tell me, Young Melas. Does your decision have anything to do with what I said to you the other day?"

"No," I answered truthfully.

"Very well then," Shang said, nodding. "Same plan?"

"Same plan. You guys just have to sleep."

"Nn, sleep! Sure! That’s the easiest thing you could have asked of me!" Rin spoke out cheerfully. A Rabbit Beastkin agreed with her and then it was settled.

They were not fully prepared for this; we had planned to try and break out again in another day or two. Yet, they put their trust in me: they believed in me.

I was not going to let them down.

I believed in myself, and remembered what I asked of the fake-stupid-jerk god; I had made a simple request, one I was granted as I was kidnapped from the world I loved, and placed into this world I hated. What I asked was this:

To become the most powerful spellcaster in the world.

And he granted it. So tonight, I was going to make use of that stupid request, and break out of this place; I was going to use magic.

I was prepared, and I waited for night to come. I waited for us to stop and make camp. I waited to finally escape and make these slavers pay for what they have done.

Then I can deal with the Inquisitors. And then the fake god.

I eagerly waited. And as the caravan continued down the road, I sat and waited.

And waited.

Night came, and still I waited. What’s taking so long?

I sat and waited as the wagon continued down the road. Ugh, did we come across another destroyed town? I sighed as I waited for us to stop.

And finally— we stopped.

Oh my God, finally!

I nearly threw my hands up in the air, and excitedly sat up. Rin stretched and sat up in anticipation for