Disclaimer: I don't own The Slave Breakers world or characters, they belong to the talented maculategiraffe who gave the okay for me to post my attempt at playing in her playground.
Warning: Mild discussion on slaves.
Word Count: 537
Note: This story is set within The Slave Breakers Universe that was created by maculategiraffe. In order to appreciate this story, reading at least Bran is recommended, but I say read everything she has written within The Slave Breakers world... it rocks. You can find the stories here: maculategiraffe.livejournal.com/10338.ht
Summary: One night he asked the question they had feared for years.
He was seven years old when his parents heard him ask the question they had feared answering for years. Dinner had just been finished and he was helping them clear the table when his small voice spoke the words.
“What’s a slave, momma?”
His mother cast a sad look to her husband who walked over and squeezed her hand. They abandoned the dishes and led their son to the worn couch on the opposite side of the room. Once they had him seated between them, his father asked a question in return.
“Where did you hear about slaves?”
“Jens told me. Told me his daddy was gonna sell him as a slave when he’s fifteen. Jens said being a slave was bad.”
His mother wrapped her arms tightly around him before speaking softly to him. “Being a slave isn’t bad, but what people do to slaves is.”
Wide, innocent gray eyes darted between his parents’ faces as his face took on look of intense concentration. “But what’s a slave and why do people do bad things to them?”
His father took a deep breath before trying to find the words to explain the ways of their world to his young son. “Sometimes, there are people, like Jens’ father, that think that having money is more important than loving and keeping their children. People like that sell their children in order to get money.”
He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he thought about what his father told him. “But who are they sold to and what happens to a slave? Will I still get to see Jens when he’s sold?”
“Nobles buy slaves. Slaves become kind of like your pet cat. The nobles that own a slave are responsible for taking care of the slave however they see fit,” his mother said as she ran her hand through his curly hair.
“But not everyone takes care of their pet the right way. That’s what you said when I asked to keep Loki. Said I had to be a good pet owner because Loki depended on me.”
“That’s why being a slave can be seen as a bad thing. Not all slave owners take good care of their slave. Sometimes the slaves get hurt.”
“Will Jens get hurt?”
His mother leaned down to give him a kiss on his forehead. “I don’t know sweetheart. We just have to pray to the Gods that he doesn’t.”
“Will I become a slave? I mean if you and daddy really needed some money… would-- would you sell me to a noble?”
He quickly found himself wrapped in the warm and secure arms of both of his parents and his mother spoke softly into his ear. “You’re too precious for us to ever give to anyone else. Love is more important than money ever will be. You’re our son and we will always love you and you will never be sold as a slave.”
“Never?” his small voice broke slightly as tears formed in his eyes.
“Never,” his parents said in unison.
Later that night, as he drifted off to sleep, he felt his mother’s hand stroke through his hair as she whispered, “I love you Bran, my precious boy.”