"Akrine Kingdom"
A beautiful kingdom of freedom and... slaves.
A cool place for vacations, but a terrible place to live.
Well, here I am. Been here for over four years.
Heh...
I hate this place. I think I'm going insane.
I've started talking to myself, like somebody's listening. But this isn't a novel or a book, so nobody would care, hah...
Hope at least this day will be goo—
"Number 46!"
Guards come. Two of them.
One is bald and skinny, but pretty tall. With his animal-like eyes, he looks terrifying.
The other one is shorter, with blond hair and a scar on his face.
They both wear armor and carry swords, like all guards here.
"Hey, Number 46! Stand up. You're coming with us."
"Ah, fine, fine," I said.
The bald one doesn't give a damn—he just grabs my arm hard and drags me outside.
The sun... I haven't seen the sun in two years.
"Ghh... my eyes," I whisper.
The sunlight feels like it's burning them.
"Just don't look at the sun"
the blond guard grumbles.
"We've got a long way to go, so don't act like a kid"
I just follow them. I don't want to get into trouble.
We walk for about ten minutes before the guards stop in front of some cave.
"Here we are."
"What is this place?" I ask.
"Don't ask questions, slave."
We enter the cave. The light fades away.
"Is that monster... sleeping?" one of the guards mutters.
"W-what monster?" I reply.
"I said shut the fuck up."
Then I hear it... that roar. It's so loud I can feel its anger.