The long years of slavery, accompanied by the collapsing Alien Species.
Ironically, he, the weakest being upon arrival, survived steadfastly.
Every night curled up in the dark corner, watching as the blood-colored patterns slithered like venomous snakes through his veins, he had thought of death.
He loathed this battered and bruised body, even each breath carrying the stench of iron.
He didn't understand the meaning of his existence, thinking it better to find release than to endure daily torment.
But the appearance of an Alien Species changed his mind.
On a Full Moon night, he was curled up in the shadow.
At that moment, a slender figure sat beside him.
Its scales shimmered with a dark golden gloss under the moonlight, even with the branding of a slave, its spine remained upright.
While other beings groaned in agony from the Blood Sacrifice, it laughed indifferently.
This new slave left a very deep impression on him upon their first meeting.
