The Fountain
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feredarTitle: The Fountain
Year: 985 FY
Characters: Mel Artwick
Warnings: Enslavement
Dawn
Still half-asleep, Mel wandered to the fountain in the square closest to his apartment. His life revolved around it now, the way it used to revolve around the ocean. Even if he didn't technically need water for his daily household tasks, he touched the fountain every time he passed it. Cut off from the ocean in hostile Feredar, he needed the reassurance.
Strengthened by the half-contact, he headed up the street to the bookshop where he worked.
Noon
Mel perched on the edge of the fountain's basin with his lunch, smiling slightly at his neighbor and her three-year-old daughter. She lifted the child up and showed her how to work the pump, the best way to hold the handle, and how hard she needed to push down.
It took the little girl several tries, but a thin stream of water finally came out of the fountain. She giggled and clapped her hands in delight, and Mel's own smile widened.
Sunset
Something was wrong.
Mel sped up on his way home from work, and, sure enough, the fountain had managed to explode.
How the hell...? You were happy this morning!
He hesitated for a fraction of a second, and hated himself for it. Maybe they won't report me, maybe they'll be grateful enough...
He took a deep breath and stroked the water in the fountain, willing it to calm.
Midnight
He wasn't really sleeping when they kicked his door in. They were remarkably quiet about it, and it hurt less than he expected when they dragged him out of bed and through the broken door. He saw a dead-eyed girl in a green collar hovering in the background, and watched her put the door back to normal as the soldiers shoved him in the wagon.
Then one of them hit him again and, by the time his vision cleared, the door was whole and the earth-mage was gone.
Dawn
His collar was white.
He traced it with a finger, waiting in the corner of his cell.
...I don't regret it.
Year: 985 FY
Characters: Mel Artwick
Warnings: Enslavement
Dawn
Still half-asleep, Mel wandered to the fountain in the square closest to his apartment. His life revolved around it now, the way it used to revolve around the ocean. Even if he didn't technically need water for his daily household tasks, he touched the fountain every time he passed it. Cut off from the ocean in hostile Feredar, he needed the reassurance.
Strengthened by the half-contact, he headed up the street to the bookshop where he worked.
Noon
Mel perched on the edge of the fountain's basin with his lunch, smiling slightly at his neighbor and her three-year-old daughter. She lifted the child up and showed her how to work the pump, the best way to hold the handle, and how hard she needed to push down.
It took the little girl several tries, but a thin stream of water finally came out of the fountain. She giggled and clapped her hands in delight, and Mel's own smile widened.
Sunset
Something was wrong.
Mel sped up on his way home from work, and, sure enough, the fountain had managed to explode.
How the hell...? You were happy this morning!
He hesitated for a fraction of a second, and hated himself for it. Maybe they won't report me, maybe they'll be grateful enough...
He took a deep breath and stroked the water in the fountain, willing it to calm.
Midnight
He wasn't really sleeping when they kicked his door in. They were remarkably quiet about it, and it hurt less than he expected when they dragged him out of bed and through the broken door. He saw a dead-eyed girl in a green collar hovering in the background, and watched her put the door back to normal as the soldiers shoved him in the wagon.
Then one of them hit him again and, by the time his vision cleared, the door was whole and the earth-mage was gone.
Dawn
His collar was white.
He traced it with a finger, waiting in the corner of his cell.
...I don't regret it.