A Daring Rescue on the Streets of Ar

I am writing on pieces of rench as my journal was burned by the slaver. I have not yet asked my Master to gift me with another as just having him with me again is the all that I really need in my life.

My Master! After two turnings he has returned, and I still feel as if I am dreaming. It is all so very surreal to me. I had submitted my body to the slaver as I truly though that my Master had abandoned me. I let the rumors seep into my mind like planted seeds. They grew until I lost sight of what he had told me. He had told me how to contact him if I truly needed him. Canoos, one of his most trusted guards had stayed at the apartment for over a turning, and made sure that I had everything I needed. Even after he vanished, probably to help my Master in his ventures, there mysteriously was a pouch of coins left on the counter ever few months.

I have to admit that I used said coins to hide away in the apartment. It was more than enough to provide me with everything I needed. I was safe there. No one asked me questions; no one eyed my body with desire. If I were to have gone out more I wouldn’t have been able to tell lies, and it wouldn’t have been long before someone would have reported me as an abandoned slave, and I would have been claimed by the city of Ar. After all, I was nothing but a mere slave. Yes, I had a collar, but people become greedy and try to take advantage of situations.

It was on one of those few occasions that I ventured out to the market that my luck ran out, and was followed by the slaver. Those few days, the fire, the trying to escape the city still is all a blur to me. All I do remember is spying him, Agrippa Pontus, my Master standing on the street as clear as day. He had been in the city, and by the blessings of the Kings was on his way to the apartment when he seen the flames, and actually spied me with a bag on my back following another man. He followed us, and cut through the back streets to come out in front of us.

I am not sure if words were exchanged between my Master, and the slaver, or if I was just drawn into the alley by my Master before the slaver turned back to notice I was missing. When I saw my Master I ran to him, and crumbled to my knees before him sobbing. He was solid! I feared that I was seeing things! But, it was not my imagination. There was no time for greetings, or celebration. He whisked me off quickly. There would be time for all that later once I…we were safe.