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The crowd had been gathering in the end of the market and had stayed to see the thing in the cage.
The sign above it read "The Wonder of Ages Past" and it was not undeserved for within the cage that had found its way to Elbion was a creature of magical construction of a kind not seen in many centuries.
All day they had come with questions for the thing in the cage. They wondered at where it's voice came from and how it filled it's clothing with no worldly body to see or touch.
It had stopped resisting days ago, when it realized that no matter how it tried to explain itself, how much it knew itself to no longer be property, they would not release it.
They did not even acknowledge its name after it had repeated it to them many times.
Despite this it never lost knowledge of what it was. Zxandor knew what it was and no restraint could prevent it from being so.
Being a thing of no living body it did not feel as others did but that did not mean that it did not know that being in the cage was a wrongness done to it and it remembered how much it had hurt them as they took it.
If it had emotions it might have felt satisfaction at that.
The ones that captured it were calling another group to come see and the tarp that covered the slim cage came down to gasps of surprise and awe.
They saw the empty winged helmet of a forgotten kingdom turn to face them and the gaps between chain shirt and gloves connect both with nought but empty air between.
"Is it not as I told you? Is this not a magical warrior as ever you have seen? Animated even after a hundred thousand years from the ancient age of magic. Found captured to bring to the living center of Arethil's most magical city."
Zxandor had heard this story told many times by now, at every town and port along the way to Elbion.
It had long ceased to be of any interest.
The stage was but the back of a cart and the speaker a woman in a fine cut suit of blue and gold. Her crew were six in total, they used to be ten, who between them took coin from the crowd to come closer, a silver for a question that Zxandor was to answer and a gold piece let one reach within the bars to touch its unliving body.
It had learned a word since it's awakening which matched it's treatment well as it understood things.
Abuse.
A head without eyes looked out into the crowd for something that might resemble assistance. It did not expect to see any but day after day, when the tarp was taken down, it raised it's helmet head and looked anyway.
The sign above it read "The Wonder of Ages Past" and it was not undeserved for within the cage that had found its way to Elbion was a creature of magical construction of a kind not seen in many centuries.
All day they had come with questions for the thing in the cage. They wondered at where it's voice came from and how it filled it's clothing with no worldly body to see or touch.
It had stopped resisting days ago, when it realized that no matter how it tried to explain itself, how much it knew itself to no longer be property, they would not release it.
They did not even acknowledge its name after it had repeated it to them many times.
Despite this it never lost knowledge of what it was. Zxandor knew what it was and no restraint could prevent it from being so.
Being a thing of no living body it did not feel as others did but that did not mean that it did not know that being in the cage was a wrongness done to it and it remembered how much it had hurt them as they took it.
If it had emotions it might have felt satisfaction at that.
The ones that captured it were calling another group to come see and the tarp that covered the slim cage came down to gasps of surprise and awe.
They saw the empty winged helmet of a forgotten kingdom turn to face them and the gaps between chain shirt and gloves connect both with nought but empty air between.
"Is it not as I told you? Is this not a magical warrior as ever you have seen? Animated even after a hundred thousand years from the ancient age of magic. Found captured to bring to the living center of Arethil's most magical city."
Zxandor had heard this story told many times by now, at every town and port along the way to Elbion.
It had long ceased to be of any interest.
The stage was but the back of a cart and the speaker a woman in a fine cut suit of blue and gold. Her crew were six in total, they used to be ten, who between them took coin from the crowd to come closer, a silver for a question that Zxandor was to answer and a gold piece let one reach within the bars to touch its unliving body.
It had learned a word since it's awakening which matched it's treatment well as it understood things.
Abuse.
A head without eyes looked out into the crowd for something that might resemble assistance. It did not expect to see any but day after day, when the tarp was taken down, it raised it's helmet head and looked anyway.