The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)
7. Slave 1000 Gold Pieces (3)
”Celaka!”
Pekik Taja's. Eyelids open, he jerks in shock not a puddle. A sleeping spell last night, causing him to fall asleep late. The blazing sun was blinding his eyesight. Realize, this isn't the dark room behind the cage anymore. More surprisingly, now he is in a condition of body bound at a pole two feet from the ground.
Taja fully aware. Frenetic around people swarming. Currently, Taja was in the middle of them like spectacle materials.
”Lorr En! Neirra!” shouted Taja as loud as possible and continued to thrash. But no two friends were near him.
”Where are the other kids?” he thought he remembered a bunch of kids last night. Not to be confused and panicked, Taja hung alone in the middle of a crowd of strangers.
”200 pieces of gold,” someone with a typical robbers dress, shouted loudly to the public, his left hand carrying an iron mask, placed near the waist. While the right hand of someone pointed two fingers.
”1000 gold pieces!” the thrill was met by a voice that suddenly came from the direction of the divided crowd. A group of people rode, dressed in neat uniforms and carrying spears each. One of the front-most people among them who threw the sound earlier, stopped right in front of the plank stage. He observed for quite a long time the figure of Taja hanging on the pole.
The pirate chief paid his respects by bowing briefly to a riding leader who gave a higher price.
”Sold!” lantang. A horseman replied with a cynical smile and followed by a subordinate throwing a coffin filled with gold pieces.
”Bring the boy to Mr Moura!” exclaiming a horseman ordered his subordinates to bring Taja his place hanging.
”2000 gold pieces!” the men had not yet touched Taja, a voice suddenly catching up quickly, distracting the people watching.
”5000 gold pieces!” a soldier leads his group. They were wearing dark green uniforms.
Other hordes got pissed off, ”We bid first!”
”I bid more expensive!” take the soldier leader from his group.
”You, the people of Tanapura. This is not your territory!” said the pirate chief.
”Not your region!” reply the soldier in the dark green uniform.
”This region, belongs to the power of Kakilangit!” reply the pirate chief.
The soldier had to get off the horse. Without lowering his spear, he approached the pirates and their chairman.
”You against Tanapura?!” the leader of the soldiers.
While people argue. Taja slowly acted. His fingers moved and cast thin incantations.
”Mattesyaaa ...”
Slowly the themalic bond that twists his wrist, loosens, and the bond breaks. The attention of the crowd and the two camps were arguing mouths, turning to Taja in a huddled position and being on standby in a swing. In a flash, he took two three wide jumps, breaking up the crowd of people.
”Catch that kid!”
The pirate chief raged loudly. The most expensive slaves suddenly fled while already trading transactions. All the followers of the Pirate Chief scattering after Taja escaped more slippery than the eel. For a moment, they lost the figure of the young man blurred, out of sight.
"Catch that young man! Don't let it get away!" the cries of the people chasing Taja reached the crowd of the slave market.
"Sound! So quick of him!" it seemed that people were exhausted after chasing after Taja.
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