So Far From Home… [Completed]

[Prince Altair]

So Far From Home [Open]

Altair drifted slowly… It was almost dawn and he hadn't had any sleep. He could feel everyone else almost lifeless around him. He was always nervous, always on the look out for anything that could get them all into big trouble. His entire body felt stiff and soar from so much running and tensing up. He decided that sitting there wasn't going to help. His sister and the elder of the mission were out getting some money so that they could sneak into Vertrock town and maybe find some rest there. Perhaps. Altair didn't trust this idea. Not at all. It scared him. Not only was he so far away from home, but he was also in enemy territory where he could be found and captured at anytime.

He stood up quietly. Even tried to allow Cevia to sleep a little longer. He didn't want to disturb them. Only wanted to have a little quiet time. He kind of felt sick. When was this nightmare going to end? It wasn't too long before he reached his limit. Passed this next step he wouldn't be able to sense Cevia's life-force anymore. His foot hesitated. 

He stood on the road just before the entrance into the city. He was sure of it. He could hear the hinges of the city gates opening and closing. There wasn't much used to going any further. Without any of his company beside him he was essentially useless. He growled in frustration at his limitations. But, unless he wanted to stumble into the city completely blind, then there was no way he was taking that last step. 

Altair… why do you continue to run away? I am here with you to help you. The low calm voice came from within his mind. Because of it's faded sense, the boy knew that the pokemon was far away. 

"I feel stuck…" He said allowed, if only to keep his pokemon from hearing his voice. It wasn't long before a new sound touched his ears, an alarming sound. Cevia, slave traders are coming this way i think… Wake him up!

It wasn't long before he heard a growl and a few loud barks coming from the direction he had just left. Which meant Cevia was probably in the process of waking up the guard boy. Why they needed a guard he had no idea, but they had been traveling together for years. Anyway…

It had been a long time since they had heard from his sister and the elder and he was getting quite worried. The elder had some pretty crazy ideas. What if he got his sister stuck in some stupid plot that he had come up with. Doing the best he could to stay out of sight, Altair moved away from the spot he was standing on and retraced his steps on the way back to the other half of his company.

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

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[Ginger]

four of the slave traders were scouting ahead were riding on burning fury rapidash's. The group had came back from Northwest were they had recently bought Desert Slaves, whom could not pay off their debt. The slaves were stored inside a large cage on a pulling cart that was pulled by two Armaldo that were several yards behind the rapidash scouts. Two of the scouts went on ahead toward the entry of the town, breaking off into two groups, while the other two doubled back to make camp

By the time the other group was back at the cart, the cart driver had the armaldo back in their crystals and was waiting for the new orders. One of the traders in the group that had split and doubled back got off his rapidash and told the orders to set camp that they would enter the town tomorrow to make the sell. With that the three slave traders there started to set up camp, so that the Dinner would be warm by the time the other two slave traders came riding back with the news on whether they can enter the town or not tomorrow.

The group heading toward the town to announce the slave trader's arrival went immediately to the slave trader committee and said they planned to come into the town soon. The Committee told them to form out a form..... That will take a while for them to fill out so let's focus on the other slave traders who are making camp once more.

With the camp set-up one slave trader went out to use the bathroom, male 15 years of age, has a nice pretty sword and 3 pokemon crystals with who knows what kind of pokemon. He went to pii behind a nearby tree. What do you do?

[Prince Altair]

So Far From Home [Open]

As he was running back to his friends, Altair heard the slave traders stop to set up camp. He heard the men laugh and the desert slaves weeping. He heard the children coughing from the lack of care and the rapidashs snort carelessly with lack on need. And Altair's heart broken for his people. He could feel the rage boiling up inside of him. He wanted so badly to wreck and destroy the camp to free the slaves, but he knew that once they were free there would be no getting out of the kingdom without being caught again. Altair even wondered how he and his companions hadn't already been caught by them.

When he reached the woods he heard no sound coming from where his friends were staying. Good they better be hiding away... However, he did have hear something else going on near the edge of the woods. if they are in trouble, Cevia would have told me already. So, he went to investigate the goings on. Although it often gave him a headache Altair turned on his heat vision, searching for anything giving off heat. What he found was not his favorite scene, though he had no trouble ignoring it.

A boy his age had separated himself from the caravan and had stepped into the forest to relieve himself. Not usually a very dangerous thing to do, but with Altair within his reach, he wasn't the safest either. Moving quickly and quietly, Altair moved closer to the young male to make a jump. Altair pulled his new scarf over his mouth and nose and his hat over his eyes . Then he waited for the boy to finish his business before coming up behind him and slipping his hand over his mouth with one hand and placing one of his trust daggers at his spine with the other. "Don't breathe." His voice was cold and bitter towards the boy.

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

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[Ginger]

Finally it was empty, man how long had that pii seemed... Holding it across miles, that is what it truly felt like. His boss never lets him have his bathroom break, the young man could not help thinking to himself. So lost in thought he did not notice another figure, one sneaking up behind him. One that by the time the young man had his zipper up, grabbed the young slave trader's mouth and pulled him close telling him not to breath.

The firs thing the young man thought, against normal logic was "How do I stop breathing?" course his thought was soon covered up when he realized he truly was in danger, that this guy was not an ally... That this is bad very very bad. He felt panic swirl into his body, he did not know whether to sound an alarm are anything.... Plus this guy tasted like sweat, dirt, and just like any other slave on the market, ugh awful.

The men at the camp had taken no notice of the young man not returning from his pii, they were merely drinking and enjoying themselves. Some booze, probably stolen from Olivae Kingdom before they crossed the border into the Crystal kingdom. So chances of those man getting up ready to fight, higher than you would be made to believe, they were well practice riding horses at highspeeds drunk... Some could even kill a man drunk, the best thing to do is drug the booze, make it stronger, sleepier.

As for the man in town, by this time they were well... Still filling out paperwork... Such a looong boooring prooocess.

[Prince Altair]

So Far From Home [Open]

Well, the boy didn’t say anything, so he was probably terrified out of his mind. Altair was quiet for a moment, fully conscious of the voices that were directly behind him, having a good time. He would have to keep a good eye on his back. He was very vulnerable in this position at the moment. “Who is your leader? What is his name?” His voice was calm and quiet but very sinister. He meant business and there was no stopping him now.

What are you doing? You could get yourself caught or worse Altair! What makes you think you can get anywhere by kidnapping one of their own? You just make them even more dangerous.

The Voice of Cevia sounded off in Altair’s mind. He grimaced. Sometimes, he wished that he didn’t have a mental link to the fox Pokemon. No way out of it now Cevia. I just need to find out a little bit of information from them. The Pokemon growled angrily from within Altair’s mind.

And then what genius? He’s going to sound the alarm and we are going to have to run for our lives to get out of here without getting shot or caught. Idiot, why do you always have to be a freedom fighter?

Why do you always have to be sensible? He sent a mental probe around the circumfrance of the area, making sure that no one was coming at him. He just wanted a little bit of info then he would knock the boy out. No big deal. As long as they didn’t realize that their precious youngest member was away from the caravan for too long.

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

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[Ginger]

The guy was really really scared, if only he knew the one holding him captive was blind... This would be so much worse for him, the embarrassment. He answered the guy with a shaky voice "I-I don't know... I-I don't pay attention to names of others..... I just work and follow commands... I am told not to think..." The guy suddenly fainted from the stress from fear of death. Utterly useless to the end...

The slave traders around the fire were at this point starting to notice their friend not coming back.. Specifically one guy, the man who felt the young slave trader was his responsibility. Curious of what was taking so long he yelled out toward where he saw the young lad go "Having probs back there? I thought your should not have ate all that bread, told ya' ye' regret it!" He gave a loud bellowing laugh at his own joke... He figured the boy would answer with an uhh or stumbling back into camp... He waited patiently for this to happen... It never did happen... He began to get up as panic filled him. Yo... Bud... What's up?" e began to think his bud was eaten by some sort of wild pokemon... He just imagined the worst happening... He pulled out his sword and started to head for the bush, he motioned for the other men to stay were they where... Not like they were going to move anyway, the pipsqueak was probably fine.

As for those slave traders signing papers.. GOOD NEWS, they are done and are now getting on their ponyta's to ride back to main camp.

[Prince Altair]

So far from home [open]

when the boy collapsed Altair let him fall to the ground. He had not expected that to happen, but there was nothing he could do about it now. So he picked the boy up and leaned him against a tree. To make it look as if he had fallen asleep there. That was when he felt the intruding presences touch his mind. He was ready for a fight but knew that it was unlikely he would win. He had a few choices to take. He could either hide, run, or fight. He decided that hiding would be his best bet at survival. If he ran they could see him, if he fought he could get caught or worse,.so hiding was his only option.

Altair! Get yourself out of there. I'm no where near you and can't come to help you in time!"

The fear in cevia's tone was evident in the fox pokemon's voice within Altair's mind. He wrinkled his nose as he moved to hide under a log. stay where you are. He waited quietly as he heard voices and footsteps coming closer to his location. you idiot! you've trapped yourself. Get out of there now!

too late.

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

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[Ginger]

The friend came by to see the boy passed out leaning against tree, "Boy! wake up! Before boss gets back" he slapped the boys face and the boy shot up wide awake his eyes wide. He looked back and forth confused "I had this dream... This guy came up behind me and..."

 He looked around suddenly realizing what he saw in his dream was not a dream. He shook his head confused, "I-I.. He.. he.. I..." he stopped realizing admitting defeat in a battle from behind was considered weak. He smiled and said calmly "Know what... Never mind Steven's cooking really got to me man..." The older man smiled and slapped the boy on the back, he was glade his underling was alright. "Well no more sleeping, no telling the dreams you could get from Steven's awful cooking. Well I am heading back to camp, just don't get yourself eaten by a huge pokemon." The older man then walked off back to camp with a large smile on his face.

As for the younger man he looked around trying to pinpoint where that guy was hiding. He waited a few moments then started to walk... His foot landed near the hiding spot of the lost heir, though he did not see the young arabian. "Alright I know you are here! Show yourself! Else I will alert the whole camp you are here." He meant it he was ready to scream intruder.

Now as for those horsemen they were coming back and were almost there at the camp.. the next post they will appear...

[Prince Altair]

So far from home [open]

Yes, of course the boy would know that he was still here. Of course he would call out his name and tell him he would alert the whole camp. But what else was there to do? He could bluff and pretend that he wasn't still there, or he could go out and meet him face to face. What use was that? There was a big chance he could get caught either way. What was there to be done? 

Great… he thought to himself. What can I do? My skin is pale and I'm completely blind. They always talk about how different I look from the other people in the desert province. At least I'll be able to hide my heritage that way. I even wear the clothes of the native Crystal Kingdom. Granted I'm a pretty good fighter and could probably take this squealer down in seconds, but what use would it be to show myself just so that he could see me and sound the alarm anyway? He realized that while he was there he was holding his breath. Altair… what are you doing? Why are you here? Why do you always have to get yourself into stupid trouble? You don't even need Cevia to tell you how idiotic you are being. Get out of here! 

Slowly, and quite gracefully despite the disadvantage of being blind, Altair slipped out of the log and turned to face the boy to his left. His scarf still over his mouth and his hat just over his shocking blue eyes. Both his daggers were slipped into his hands, ready to draw blood if they needed to. He was armed and ready, his only issue was a possible alarm that might be sounded off if this boy decided to be a hero. If he did sound the alarm, he may not have his vocal cords after that. For Altair had no problem pulling them out in the limited time he had before his came came to get him. 

His eyes shifted onto the boy, gazing right at him, and at the same time, right past him. He said nothing, only stood in an offensive stance, ready for a fight if one started. His consciousness continued to reach out to make sure they stayed alone. For once Cevia was quiet and said nothing.

Character name: Prince Altair | Tags;; Ginger

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

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[Ginger]

Before the young man could react the intruder jumped out an seemed to stare right past him. "Good you came out, now tell me who you are." he sounded a tad nervous, obviously fearing what this intruder can do.

A moment passed and before the pair could do anything the slave trade group leaders caught up to the camp from the road and made an attempt to knockout the future slave from behind.

[Prince Altair]

So far from home [open]

It was right after the boy spoke when Altair felt several consciences touch his mind. His first emotion was a wash of fear that enveloped his mind and body. But it was quickly overtaken by logic. Taking control of his emotions he quickly did a body count and sized the group up to be about 10 people at the least. He frowned, still "looking" at the boy in front of him. How could they be coming here? It doesn't sound like he set off an alarm. Does he have some kind of special device that alerts people. 

No time to answer questions now. He had to get out of here. So he bounded at the boy and began to use him as a shield to keep the other men away from him. "Sorry, escape now. Answer questions later." He said in the young Slave Tradder's ear. "You chose the wrong group to be a part of." 

He glared at the group of men who had tried to sneak up on him and put his dagger to the throat of the youth. "Don't come any closer." He settled for not saying the "Or else" part cause he didn't have a threat to go with it. His quarrel was with the slave traders. Not this wannabe kid. 

[note;; You can have someone come up behind him and knock him out if you want. He's paying attention to too many people and one person could escape his knowledge if you like. Then we could finish the thread and create a new one with Neko for the selling of Altair.]

Character name: Prince Altair | Tags;; Ginger

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

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[Ginger]

The young slave trader heard the arabian's whisper his body stood completely still, yeah wrong group... Only group that would hire me... The major group of slavetraders who cam from the town surrounded the arabian the main leader was tempted to attack the arabia and future slave ignoring his fellow worker. He could always just replace the worker with someone else, there are plenty of broke poor fools in the Olivae Kingdom. He gave a grin when he noticed a fellow worker coming from out the woods, the guy happened to be the mentor friend of the youngest slave trader. That mentor had a sword and hilt in hand, he slammed the hilt onto the slave's head in a huge possibility of hitting and knocking out the intruder arabian.

[Ginger]

//This thread was declared Complete by both posters, basically Altair is sold to slavery, time to get into more interesting threads//