He would be spending the worst time there in the prison, Vi would.
Those damn spellcasters. Those damn Magon! We trusted them, he thought.
The Magon recruited weren't lowlife novices, but they were in fact spies from the academy! Damn those Magon! They lured the Greu Hill's best men into a Northeasterners’ ambush, and left back to the hideout to continue the process. The bandits were already weary from the unexpected elites they had to fight just a few days prior. Now they are exhausted and are scheduled for torturing. Why are they being tortured? Well, Eslientum knows their hideout's location (after all, they were in a forest burial tomb near Greu Hill in the forest), and the other bandit groups are petty. Why, they weren't being tortured for information, but for fun! Nigon criminals were to be tortured by the torture master because he became bored now and again. It was completely with the law. However, the Magon weren't allowed to know, because many Magon youth still had white souls. Nigon were treated horribly, but the Magon youth could never know! Not until they're older, and have roughened souls.
Of course, there were special cases such as Vi. Vi couldn't be harmed because his father wished to see him first. Vi cursed the Eslient name, wishing he knew his mother's surname so he could go by thus. ... His mother. Vi drifted into old memories without a mother, practically weeping remembering how ignorant he was then. When he learned the truth, that his father killed his mother for aiding Nigon, he was petrified. He ran as fast as he could out of the town, but he was caught by a lightly-armored guard at the gates. But the guard had pity after hearing Vi scream why he was running, and the guard took him to the Greu Hill. Turns out the guard was a spy for the bandits and he took Vi to the leader of the Bears. The guard's name was Deron and he was assigned as Vi's boss in later years. But now, Deron was imprisoned in the same cell as Vi.
"Your father's a damned man, Vi," Deron cursed.
"I've known that for years," Vi responded.
"I was hoping that one day we would both see his head on a pike, but I suppose that the gods aren't in our favor."
"Your gods have never been in Nigon favor."
"How foolish we've been; we trusted Magon, and this is where we end up."
"Mind you, the Abbeyveil girl gave her life for the children's sake. Your child and other children are safe because of a Magon."
"They'll be hunted in due time. The Magon have disgusting sports."
"That they do, that they do."
"And your father is a bastard; I hope he burns for eternity by his sins."
"We all have sins, though."
"Are you forgiving the man that killed so many of your friends?"
"I am forgiving the Magon that killed so many of my friends and the Magon that follow my evil father only out of fear. Such as Abbeyveil, only she had the courage to right her wrongs."
"I will not be so forgiving. I will be, however, sorrowful towards the Nigon that will be oppressed in the coming years because of my foolishness. The Magon rulers see all Nigon to be alike; as if we're a colony of ants. The ants as a whole should be punished, not just the select few that committed crimes. Thus is the thought process of all Magon hierarchy."
"Very true. The common Magon, however, think very differently. They are innocent, although the hierarchy is sure to blacken their souls with lies and propaganda."
"Indeed, my friend. I only wish the Freirs would come again."
"Every Nigon wishes their return. They're too busy currently hiding from the Northeast warriors. That is, if they're still alive."
"Every Nigon should. And the Freirs can't just die off; they're heroes!"
"I hope to whatever gods exist that the Freirs are still alive."
"You know what would be funny, Vi? Those half-breed Western child slaves that Gratuo took care of before he joined us, what if they were Freirs by chance? I would laugh then. Maybe it could be the Western Magon traveler who had only clothes, ink, quill, and a piece of bread on him. He would be at Five Triangles by now..."
"Now you're trying to lighten the mood?"
"Of course. We're going to be staying here for a while, so we may as well enjoy our time sane."
"Well let's take the time to pray for our friends instead. Also pray for the Westerners that they aren't led to believe lies and to remain peaceful when the bigotry finds them."
"The bigoted Magon at the academy would be pressuring them by now. I agree that we should pray, but did you forget that you believe not in any gods?"
"I believe that there must be at least one creator or greater force, but I do not believe that it is what everyone believes it to be. Too many Magon involved with that religion for my comfort. Now, silence is what we must muster in order to pray to whatever gods exist."
Vi prayed for his friends, comrades, the corrupt Magon, the scared Magon, the common Nigon, the Westerners in the Central Lands, and himself. He did not want to meet his father again unprepared.
As the two friends sat on the cold stone floor, a guard outside the cell, patrolling across the prison halls, felt pity and depression. Why must Nigon who wish for freedom be tortured? The Nigon that are required to guard the torture master become insane; this guard wished that he wouldn't be the next personal guard for the fearful Magon monster; he lost three of his friends, one of them being his sister, to insanity. He did not want to end up like them. Now, although he was selfish in this matter, he silently prayed for the prisoners, that they may see freedom soon. To believe that the prisoners already willingly gave all their known information before even seeing the torture room, yet they would still be tortured, is a thought to be feared. The Magon ruler of the town, Master Eslient, was a scary man doing scary deeds with scary friends.
Vi saw the guard's weariness and pity in his eyes. Vi also prayed that the guard would not care for any of the prisoners; he could be punished for such an act. Vi knows it... his mother was killed for praying each night for the souls of the lost, as he was told that troublesome day. He wouldn't want a kind soul to wither because of those who will inevitably die under the hand of the oppressive Magon hierarchy.
The guard glanced at Vi. He was lucky no other guard or any Magon were near.
"Look not at us, guard," Vi warned, "You will be punished by those who you fear."
"I know," the guard whispered, and he was off. A young man in a youthful state as him should not waste his life, Vi thought.
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