“Hey turd!” Slaver Jhol shouted. “If you don’t grow any larger, the only use we have for you is to feed you to the dogs. Dahahahaaha!”
Slaver Jhol kicks me in the chest and I tumble down the pit with the other children.
“Nice going Ash! If we don’t complete the shed tomorrow morning, Slaver Marcov will whip us again.” Shouted Bruticus the half-orc teen with a missing eye.
“Why can’t you put on any more muscle! Your as scrawny as my mother and she is dead” shouted Flea Crust.
The other mean children made fun of me till I cried myself to sleep.
I found myself in the dining room of the High Priest Orenicus. I snuck in after the feast. There a table filled with left overs. Orenicus had a bird like appetite but always prepared enough food for twenty people. Thinking to myself, if I ate more I would put on more strength to finish the shed. I could do it alone if I had enough food. Enough meat.
First goes the pot roast. A whole pig with an apple in its mouth. Gone in about three bites. The piles of beef is next. Orenicus would nibble on a small piece while I gorge three of them at one go finishing all fifteen of them as a grain of sand falls down a near by hour glass. The venison, whole venison roasted slowly on a spit is consumed in eight bites followed by a burp. Next is that strange animal from Mwangi. It was grey in skin till it was cut up and fried in oil. That took a bit longer. Just a bit.
After the feast, I try to sneak back into the pit but I realized I am too big to fit through the door. Its half the size of me. Thanks to a stick of butter I manage to grease myself and head back down.
The other children see me as I decent the pit and they start laughing.
“Fatty! Fatty! They all called out!”
“We don’t need to build the shed anymore.” shouted Bruticus. “You are the shed!”
I can see my vision turning red.
“What’s the meaning of this.” Someone above shouted
The slavers all of them enter the pens and look above from the pit. They see a short elven girl disguised as a boy who had gained so much weight, she looked like a walking sausage of fat with tiny arms and legs to drag her disproportioned body. They all begin to laugh.
My vision starts to narrow and my blood begins to boil.
“It’s not my fault.” I think to myself. “I’m not a boy but I need to pretend to be one! I’ll never be as strong as them. Why should I be treated like a slave! Why did my mother die! Why did Azrakel have to leave so early! Why does everyone treat me like a little girl when I am twice their age! Why does the doom have to come! Why do I feel like I made a mistake! WHY!”
Suddenly something breaks and a pair of claws tear through me. I am too angry to think or feel. Rainbows and butterflies bleed out of me instead of blood. I feel the range leaving me but embodying something else. Something that travels to hunt its prey and devour it.
Breaking out of my body birthed in rainbows and butterflies is a white wolverine with a red streaks down it back. It imminently gorges on slave and slaver alike. Without the anger I collapse and watch it bathe in the blood of my enemies.
After it’s feast, he approaches me.
“My name is Laglagbayag! I will eat for you!”