Young beastman: You’re too weak, get up, you don’t deserve to rest, you let her die
(Young Sigma curls into a ball)
Young Sigma: no-“Sniffle” i..it wasn’t my
fault please brother stop
Young Sigma: YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO YELL AT ME WHEN YOU WEREN’T EVEN THERE TO PROTECT HER ! I…I it was you who died instead of sister
(Tears fell from the young beastwoman’s eyes as her ears dropped down)
Young beastwoman: I-I see very well then
bye ” Slam “
young Sigma: “Sniffle” n-no wait I didn’t mean it please don’t go, don’t leave me all alone I’m sorry…
Older royal beastman: You’re nothing but a disgrace a waste of my time and effort. If it wasn’t for her, I would dissown. you’re an eyesore just stay out of eyesight
(Young Sigma’s ears drop)
Young Sigma: ye…yes father
Older beastwoman: “Wheeze” “Wheeze” Sigma gets behind me
Young Sigma: Let’s run. we can make it. Please don’t fight him
Older beastwoman: Bye, I love you
Sigma’s Tormenter: This is your third time trying to escape. I guess I need to burn into your memory
Sigma: Sorry, please don’t. “Sizzling” aghhhh,aghhhh “thud”
Sigma’s Tormenter: Don’t pass out yet. I still have more of your back to cover…
*dungeon*
Guard: Wake up runt. “
(As Sigma awoke, he realized he was trapped in a cage amongst other slaves)
Sigma:”pant” “pant”… damned dreams, hey guard, why am i here? My father is Lord Dire
Guard:Silence!..who do you think sent you here, Runt
Sigma: “sighhhh,” so he finally decided to get rid of me. “
Guard: Hahahaha! Why wouldn’t he, you can’t lift a sword or even use magic and look at that body of yours, frail, and puny without a single ounce of muscle calling you a beast man would be disrespectful to our entire species if someone were to tell me you are apart of the royal wolven bloodline I’d cut them down where they stand it’s a wonder your father allowed you to live this long but now that lavish life you’ve lived for these eight years all ends now”
Sigma: “(that’s right, it’s been eight years since it happened)
(Sigma stares at the chains on his ankles and wrist as he spaces out)
Sigma: ( This brings back memories) Mr. Guard, if you wouldn’t mind me asking, where exactly am i
Guard: Oh,that’s right, you don’t know your Father sold you to us the coliseum otherwise known as apexius where the strong thrive and the weak di…”
(abruptly another guard shouts Next contestants)
Guard:Looks like this is the end of our chat. Good luck, you’ll need it. “
(Sigma stood up without a fuss and waited for the guard to open the cage)
Sigma: I knew i would end up dead sooner
or later
(The guard started to drag sigma out of his cage and pushes sigma through a door where he is met by a tall older beast man wearing a suit with his hair tied back in a ponytail with a full beard)
Older beastman: Excuse me, young prince, please pick a weapon of your liking. “
Sigma: “Ow.” It wouldn’t hurt to be gentler
(Sigma gets up and dusts himself off)
(The older beastman began walking towards Sigma)
Older beastman: Is everything alright, Prince Sigma
(Sigma turned to meet the beastmans gaze)
Sigma: Are you my executioner? If so, hurry and get this over with
Older beastman: You needn’t worry, young prince, I will not harm you. I just wish for you to choose a weapon
(Sigma looked at the older beastman and looked at the rack of weapons)
Sigma: “smirk” (“Young Prince” huh he must know of the rumors he has to be feigning ignorance) i assume you’ve already heard the bad rumors about me So why are you bothering calling me young Prince and not runt like the others it’s fine if you do. After all, that wouldn’t be the worst thing that someone said or done to me
Older beastman: of course I’ve heard the rumors of how your a good for nothing who doesn’t train and that you stay in your room all day also that you even refuse to shower or eat most days thus people deemed you the fallen prince or runt
(Sigma lowers his head as his eyes return to an empty deadness )
Sigma: (there goes that glimmer of hope)
Older beastman: But..
(Sigma’s head whips ups)
Sigma: (“But?”)
Older beastman: I find it trivial to judge a person off of baseless rumors and even if they were true who am i to judge a child who’s just starting at life for his mistakes as if I’ve lived the perfect life so in my book your still the young prince now please pick a weapon
(Sigma eyes begin to tear up)
Sigma: (oh crap)
(Sigma quickly wipes his eyes)
Sigma: ( this guy he almost made me feel again)
(Sigma turned away from the older beastman and went pick a weapon)
Sigma: ( can I even use any these?)”
(Sigma grabs a small dagger from the wall of weapons as his hand begins trembling)
Sigma: “tremble” “tremble” (n-no wait i…i’m sorry i didn’t have a choice)
( Sigma began sweating profusely)
Sigma: “pant” “pant” ( please forgive me . i never wanted this to happen)
(Sigma dropped the dagger when suddenly Sigma felt the heat of a hand behind him, causing him to turn)
Sigma: “Smack,” “pant”,”pant”,”pant”-” pant “-” pant “STAY pant “
Older beastman: My apologies. I saw you struggling with that dagger, so I was going to offer you these ( were those marks on his back scars, gashes, burn marks)?
(the older beastman pulls out a pair of old tattered leather gauntlets with steel coating around the knuckles)”
Sigma: S-“sigh.”Sorry you’re not in danger. Calm down he’s just trying to be nice) I’m sorry, it’s a bad reflex and…”Whispers.” Thank you
(the older beastman begins to smile)
Older beastman: I’m should be saying sorry, young prince. I should have noticed you’d be tense with all the things going on
Sigma: “Clears throat.” If you wouldn’t mind, instead of calling me a young prince, call me Sigma instead, but now tell me your name, “
(Sigma face glows red)
Older beastman : I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to call…
Sigma: That’s a direct order from your prince. Are you going to disobey it
Older beastman: “Chuckle” I suppose I can’t disobey a direct order from the Prince very well sigma it
Sigma: And your name
Older beastman: I am known as lux
(Sigma smirks)
Sigma: “Mumbles” nice to meet you lux
Lux: Did you say something youn…I mean, Sigma
Sigma: No, your imaging things just hand me the gloves
(Sigma began putting the gauntlets on)
Lux: Do they fit Sigma
Sigma: Perfectly, it’s as if they were made for me
(suddenly “Knock knock knock”)
Guard: C’mon, we don’t have all day
Lux: Guess this is goodbye. I’m glad I met you, Sigma. “
( Lux smiles)
Sigma: If I may… “uhhhm,” never mind, forget it
(Sigma puts his head down and walks through the door and joins the guard)
Lux: SIGMA! It’s unbecoming of a prince to lower their head, so stand tall regardless of what others may think or say
(Sigma pauses before lifting his head)
Sigma: Thank you ( for giving me some joy before i meet my faith)
Lux: (he’s grown in an interesting way, don’t you think so, Elska)
