NaNoWriMo Summer Camp…Day 3…A piece of my current WIP…unedited…

“Jayce? Can you hear me? Jayce.”

I closed my eyes tighter and rolled over onto my right side. The voice became clearer. It wasn’t angry like a drill sergeant, or manipulative like a narcistic lover, it was sweet like honey and as melodious as your favorite song. 

“I hear you,” I mumbled. 

A hand touched my shoulder. I turned around and opened my eyes. The most beautiful Elven stood next to my bale of hay, and she smiled at me. Her green eyes shimmered in the low light of the stables. 

“You must find the Chalice. Our lives depend on it. Seek the Chalice.”

I blinked and tried to sit up. A soft but firm hand touched me. I looked into the eyes of the slave girl. She gave me a sad smile.

“It’s okay, monster hunter. You’re okay.”

“What is going on? What time is it?”

She sighed and said, “It’s early afternoon. Your keeper is getting hammered at the bar with Kegger. I heard you muttering out here.”

“Where’s the Elf?”

The slave girl turned and looked around the stables, so did I, but no Elf was anywhere to be seen. She shook her head and giggled. Her laugh sounded like dry bones rubbing against one another. 

“There’s no Elves here, monster hunter. They’re far too rigid for such a common place. Although, Frez Schimel comes by sometimes, and Aston. You met him last night.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

She gave me another sad smile and nodded at the straw mixed with the manure of the beasts. “I better lie down before Kegger decides it’s time for me to return to work.” She turned to walk away, but I took her by the hand.

“I’m done sleeping. Rest here, you deserve a good sleep. Besides, I broke it in for you.”

“Okay,” she murmured. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I will see you later.”

The waif climbed onto the bale of hay, and soon was snoring. The beasts chuffed and swished their tails. I took apart Malice and cleaned my weapon. Then, I cleaned the arrows. 

This was my job now, and I had to make the most of my equipment. I took the stone in my hand and glanced at it. Yet another thing I had no idea about, I realized. KA-87 was a cashless society. Instead of currency, jewels were used as payment. The Righteous Dwarves owned 57% of all mines that dotted the planet, but The Stranged demanded 65% in taxes. 

Even twenty thousand years in the future, the government hadn’t learned to live within their means. It didn’t surprise me in the least, there would always be those who preyed on the bones of the weak. The government whether humans, Dwarven, Elven, or some other species not yet discovered, always had their greedy hands out.

I dusted myself off and walked toward The House of The Wolves. Human slaves worked the grounds. Dwarves guarded them. The Dwarves left the slaves alone unless the slaves rebelled. Then, the Dwarves would crush as many as needed to quell the rebellion. 

Still, if the slaves remained docile, the Dwarves were content to leave them alone. It had something to do with having shared features. Either way, the Dwarves seemed mostly a ‘live and let live’ sort of folk. 

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