Temp'elar Family Event: Seven Meets Luna.
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Into the Light.
Dear diary
Where to begin? I suppose by acknowledging that I don't normally write in a diary. At least I Don't think I do. I guess that could be a lie. Either way it's been such a roller coaster the last few months that I need to get things down on paper. Maybe that will help me make sense of it. Or at least help me know if I've just done the right thing or not.
Let's start by setting the scene. A few months ago I was found with no memory, a fully grown man covered in blood but not a scratch on me. Just a tattoo of a number Seven on my inner forearm. It was a rough ride but it turns out that I'm immortal. That I am host to the Seven Sins. And that for some reason this isn't the first time my memory was wiped.
I know right, that's a hell of a lot to take in. And yet strangely during all that writing a diary was not my first thought. Somehow I came through all that remarkably well. What prompted this entry was a little trip I took across land to clear my head a little (ironically) and who I met whilst doing so.
After severaI days travel I eventually found myself at a busy market a few towns away from the home of the Viking Nation. A few things happened along the way there but nothing that is important with regards to this story except for knowing that by the time I got there my patience was a little tested. Now these markets are often a bit rough. You can buy anything for a price, indeed anyone. I knew that. Hell I wasn't in any place to judge other cultures. But I did. And jeez did I do it in style.
It was around midday when I came to a fat man with thinning hair and a large unkempt beard. The scent of cider and sweat hung around him with such potency that it made my eyes water. Now I'm not one to judge people by there appearance. Or in this case smell. But his nature was no more pleasant than the picture I have painted. He was a slave runner, and one that delved into the most unacceptable levels.
"Hey sir! You look like a man of taste. I have something special for your kind!"
Yes, I remember his words like one would remember being stabbed. He lifted the covers on a decent sized cage and my heart sank. I had to save her.
It's funny. As I'm writing this even now a couple of months later I can feel my blood boil. My hands shaking. But anyway, focus. Beneath the sheet, a damp and dirty piece of material, inside the cage crouched a small blue haired female Neko.
Now I should clarify. A Neko is a human like creature in appearance. Usually smaller, a fully grown adult is often the size of a teenage human. They also sport cat like ears and tail and often have abilities that seem like magic though these only manifest in some Neko's and only with training.
I said she crouched. In truth though I hate to even picture it, she coward. She looked terrified and while I couldn't say for certain if he had hurt her he had certainly not cared for her. I guessed her to be around sixteen though I know Neko's age differently. Either way when he poked her with a stick through the cage as if prompting her to perform for my benefit I snapped.
They say sadness and anger are connected as emotions. That certainly fit in that moment as my heart broke when I saw her. His neck almost broke a few seconds later when I lunged forward pinning him to the wall. Now, for future reference, should my memory again fail these markets are policed by privately hired guards. Any trouble and they step in. I would like to say it was my alertness to danger that changed my course of action. But it wasn't. It was the squealing sound from the young Neko. A sound of fear. Fear of me and my action.
Now this is where it began. This is where my decision to do what I did formed. If I had fought I could have kill the guards, but they were innocent within there culture. Also I could get arrested and never find the loathsome man or the Neko again. So I smiled. I reached into my pocket and forced a pocket of solid gold coins into his chest. I bought her and advised him that I was also buying his spot in the market. If I ever saw him selling again, I would deal with him. Frankly the bastard was so happy at his massive profit he seemed okay with being threatened and walked away leaving his stall behind.
The journey home wasn't important. What is important is that I had a problem and I knew it. The Neko had been raised as property. Raised without independence or rights. I thought over and over again of ways I could free her and every conceivable idea led to her either being recaptured, killed or taken advantage of. Even when I mentioned the idea of freedom I could see her seize up.
I tried though, God knows I did. I told her she could leave and be free but the poor creature had no understanding of the world and even less education. I told her she could stay and it would be her choice. But these words, choice. Freedom. They meant nothing to her. She couldn't be free. And I most certainly could not ever have a slave.
What had I expected though? I may have little personal memory but I knew she wouldn't be able to function! What did I think would happen? I felt so stupid until an idea came to me. And God forgive me I guess I won't know for a while if I made the right choice.
I told her she was my pet. That I was her Master. In fairness the look of confusion, distress and distrust she had until then sported, faded. She looked... I want to say curious. She later told me she had seen people in the market with pets. That whilst they belonged to their owners they were treated with love and care.
So that's what she became. She became my pet. Luna, the little blue haired Neko girl from the market. I guess we will see if I made the right choice in time, and either way I'll have to live with the consequences. Either way, I hope I have saved her.
Seven
Dear diary,
Well it's been a long time old friend! Shockingly it's been around six years since I wrote in you, the weeks and months following my last entry were busy and then suddenly you were lost! It wouldn't surprise me if Luna had hidden you, but fortunately back then she couldn't read! I say back then because she has come so far.
Reading back it's strange to remember my anxiety. Luna didn't just manage, she thrived! She learnt faster than any human and whilst she still calls herself my pet and I her Master, she soon became the foundation of my family, the Temp'elar family.
So much has happened for her since then, but that's not my story to tell. What is mine to tell however is an amendment to my last entry. You see I didn't save Luna. She saved me.
Seven Temp'elar
The End
