Chapter 2: Meeting with Shaka.
When Sarah opened her eyes, she was still locked up in this dismal cellar.
It's been five days since this place had become his home.
Five days, it was exactly the time that had passed since the tragedy.
From time to time, it happened that the door of the cellar opens slightly and that a meal on a wooden tray is placed on the ground before the door closes. But Sarah did not pay attention to it at all.
She spent these five days without drinking, eating or saying a single word.
The empty look, she only remembered every painful moment that she lived on her island, increasingly nourishing her hatred.
She only mourned bitterly by remembering the good times spent with her family, the inhabitants of her village and also with her best friend, Armel.
Two other days passed and Sarah still kissed the same routine.
However, things were going to start changing.
The door of the cellar opened and a soldier with an imposing build entered inside with chains in hand.
He advanced in the direction of Sarah but stopped suddenly, dismayed by the smell of putrefaction that emerged from the room.
He still decided to continue to move forward until Sarah.
The smell was much stronger there and the soldier expressed his disgust by making a grimace.
'' Hey kids, get up. '' He said without looking at her.
He received no answer, not even a simple gesture from him.
The soldier fell at his level despite the strong smell and attached the chains he had in his possession at the feet.
At the same time, he looked at her look at her.
'' ...! ''
He was surprised to see the state in which the girl was.
She only had the skin under the bones. His neck injury was seriously infected and the smell of earlier seemed to come from it.
'' No, that's not good. The goods must not be in this state. ''
The soldier got up suddenly and pulled on the channel taking Sarah with him out of the room.
He climbed the stairs always lying on the ground and arrived on the bridge of the ship.
'' I need a care mage right away! '' Shouted the soldier.
An elderly soldier in the thirties presented himself nonchalantly and confirmed to be a care mage.
'' Can you do something for the kid? ''
The mage carefully observed Sarah's injury. He dropped and then looked in his eyes.
'' ... Hmm, if it is his injury I can help him. But with regard to his mental state I can do nothing. ''
'' It's not serious. ''
'' All right. ''
The man placed his right hand on Sarah's injury and recited incantations.
A green light immediately sprang from her hand and Sarah's injury began to regenerate in sight.
'' I think it's good. '' Said the mage.
'' Yes. I just have to present it to the Lord. '' Replied the soldier.
He pulled again on his channel and took Sarah with him.
The ship on which they had accosted on an island that the Yoroven used as the basic camps.
Sarah was descended by force and touched the warm sand of her naked pies.
The looks of the soldiers who were worth their occupations all arisen on her. But this detail seemed not to intimidate it.
She did not even realize that she was the center of looks as her mind was focused on the recent events she had suffered.
None of everything that was going on around her had any importance.
Little by little, the empty look, she continued to advance to the rhythm of the soldier who held the chain.
She sometimes fell and undergoes the mockery of those who observed the scene, but unconsciously, she got up and continued to move forward.
After about a kilometer of walking in the depths of the forest, they arrived in front of a cave.
It was the entrance to a dungeon that the Yoroven had conquered and used Shaka's main home.
Three soldiers watched the entrance and moved when they saw their companion approached with Sarah.
The soldier and Sarah entered inside the dungeon and headed for the Boss hall.
After a few minutes of walking, they had finally got there.
The interior of the room had been completely rehabilitated.
The ground was paved with precious stone and magic stones illuminated the room.
At the bottom of it was a golden throne where Shaka was seated by the Yorken chief.
His presence and the aura that he gave off made the atmosphere heavy.
To his left was a sleeping magic beast and chained by chains wrapped in Mana.
He had the appearance of a giant tiger who can reach three meters high and had a snake tail on the back.
He actually active in the boss of this dungeon. Shaka had taken him prisoner so that the dungeon did not disappear after he and his men completely conquered him.
"My Lord, I bring you the girl. ''
Said the soldier, prostrating himself.
Shaka the severe gaze got up from her throne and approached her slowly performing heavy steps that resounded in the room.
The noise of his steps awakened the sleeping beast that began to unleash itself, but the channels did not give in.
'' I remember you a young girl. You are the only survivor of the island that my men and I had recently attacked. ''
At the sound of her voice, Sarah's conscience awakened.
It was as if she became aware of what surrounded her.
His eyes moved slowly. She raised her head slightly and her gaze landed on Shaka.
A deep anger invaded him.
She let herself express herself through her gaze, all the hatred she had accumulated.
From a rapid movement, she removed the weapon that the soldier wore by his side and rushed to Shaka.
With a howl filled with rage, she attacked him with all her might, but her weapon broke when he came into contact with Shaka.
Disarmed, Shaka firmly grabbed his neck and watched it struggling.
'' You have gamine gaming, I like it! ''
'' Loose ... me ... ''
Shaka released her embrace and collapsed on the ground.
She got up quickly to leave, but she suddenly stopped, braking in her momentum.
For a moment of instant between the moment when she got up with Largne and caught her support to attack, Sarah mentally experienced ten scenario where she attacked Shaka. But the conclusion was the same each time, it ended decided from the first attempt.
She immediately understood the power gap that was between the two. His desire for revenge and his determination did not flank.
Anger and hatred remained painted on his face, but his body no longer obeyed him.
She was like paralyzing in front of the murderous aura released by Shaka.
This situation seemed to have fun Shaka who laughed loudly.
'' I massacred all the inhabitants of your island. At the moment you are burning to want to kill me with your own hands. But you are still lucid by accepting the fact that you have no chance of defeating me. ''
'' ...! ''
Shaka picked up the broken sword during Sarah's attack and laughed at her thumb.
'' I'm wearing great hope in you, a stain to be on a kid. ''
Shaka slowly brought her thumb closer to Sarah's front.
Despite this, she did not move, kneaded by the consequences that a sudden movement could cost her.
Shaka drew a magic circle with the blood that flowed from her thumb on Sarah's forehead and breathed her mana.
Immediately, the magic circle drawn on its forehead, a purple color.
'' Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ''
Sarah suddenly yelled in pain. She collapsed on the ground and began to wiggle in all directions by firmly grazing her head.
The purple light from the magic circle is diminished after a few tens of seconds, leaving a black color tattoo on its forehead.
The pain that Sarah felt was at the same time as light.
Lying on the ground, she gradually recovered her breath.
Shaka looked at her high with an amused air. He then slammed his fingers and the chains that held the missing magic beast.
The magic beast released from his obstacle pushed a howl which was trembled the room.
"Now a young girl, show me how you fight. ''
End of chapter.