Chapter 3 of Cage!

Here is Chapter 3. Once again this is the rough, rough draft. Thee is spelling error. I will clean it up later. Please give it and the other chapters a read.: Falen was tired when he hit the North Opening to Inland Gate. He didn't really like the figures over the Gate. Even though he had been here once or twice with Paja in last two yesters, he didn't know the city well. He didn't know the lay out or that if he walked the outer rim he had to have some way of identified himself to various Emperials. So he moved into the middle of the city but found the beings there were less than friendly. Luckily a very pretty and nice she apporached him and they exchanged tales. She really wanted to get to know Falen better and he promised if he didn't find who he was looking for he would be back to visit with her. He left her with a cute look of disappointment and moved south down the Seller Path. The she had tod him about a huge Slag who had been moving down the Seller Path South.
Falen hoped that not all Slag looked like Oarin and he was chasing after the wrong Slag. Oarin was dark like the shadows but with hair so pale it almost seemed like living metal. His eyes matched the hair with only a slight tint of blue or maybe it was green but a being had to be real close to see. Falen had a chance when Oarin had gotten close up to look in to falen's eyes as well . What he had been looking for, Falen was unsure but it gave him an up and close look at Oarin. He was very hairy but the hair was so pale it couldn't been seen until a being was up close. Most of Oarin head was shaved with one strip of really long pieces all tied up to create a long hair rope down his back. A long bread down his chin with a long mustashe blending down pat his chin also bounded up like a hair rope. Paja had grey hair and light blue eyes almost slilver but with more color than Oarin's. Paja couldn't be a Slag because Slags were allowed to own property but the contrst between the two men was interesting to Falen who had not ever been off of Lueve and had only seen Emperials who were more like Falen's own coloring.
Falen knew Paja was considered very wealthy because Emperial Highness Nachoon's household traded with Paja, or at least he sent his own personal traders for the very best Noirflora petals and various items made from the plant as well as an Empire's worth of seeds. Falen loved to watch the sellers and traders come down the path from Inland Gate. In all of their finery to impress on Paja their importance to the Emperial Highness. Falen had always wanted to visit the Emperial homeland, the island of Magin where the Empire survive the Morrow Then days. It was thrilling to him that he had traveled down the same path, they had used to get to the farm, he had use to get here...
Here...He looked up and was taken back by Oarin filling his vision up. He was standing in front of a large garden with Spyrul flowers and Grason trees all around him as well as a few Noriaflora bushes beginning to bloom. They only bloomed in the dark or near dark. Fear surged up into his throat and all he had been thinking about disappeared as Oarin filled his mind. He wasn't sure if it was still a good idea to follow Oarin or to even speak to him. Maybe staying with Paja and waiting for a Lexe was the better idea and whether or not it was too late to go back. It is possible Paja was right and Falen was bit too eager to get in trouble. Maybe.... maybe this Slag would kill him and strip him of all he had and then eat him. Did Slags eat beings? Looking at Oarin and seeing him with those dead eyes and arrogant stance, Falen could almost believe it. He tried to bring up all he knew of Slag but suddenly his head seemed very empty expect for something Paja was always saying to him,”Falen ya listen and keep in ya head. The HeiRo needs all things to wind.” This was usually followed by tap on Falen's head. A seep of longing for that taap almost drowned out the fear....almost.
How does a being get as big as the one standing in front of him. And it wasn't just his size or the he stood but how he was dressed and wearing his weapons in the open. On his walk here, he saw no dressed like Oarin. Even the Empire guards kept their weapons covered. Here in Inland Gate he had seen others with covered weapons and poles (he wasn't sure how poles could be a weapon so he might be mistaken on thinking they were weapons.) Falen waited for the moment when Oarin would hail him, but the dark man just kept standing there like some of the beings who worked on the farm who have used to much of the Noirflora. Maybe there was nothing to fear or maybe the empti was waiting for the HeiRo to come and guide him.
Falen's spirit took on a thought which helped him get his voice. Hew was the HeiRo, he was the one who would save the world and make it save from those who would destroy it. He pushed himself and stood tall with false bravo. “Oi, Oarin, Falen.” he held a hand up palm facing Oarin. Oarin did a slight bow of his head but didn't make a sound or move, so Falen moved slowly towards him. When Falen was close enough to touch him, Oarin looked into his eyes and said,
“Falen, seed not of Paja.” Falen wasn't sure how to answer, so he bowed as he had been taught. It was how greetings were exchanged in the Seats of Power in all of the Empire. Oarin didn't return the bow but said. “HeiRo, I am at your demand.” So Falen had been right, Oarin did know about Falen's Morow Now and Further.
Wanting all he could learn, Falen took on a commanding voice, “Tell me all about my Morrow Further, my destiny.”
Oarin paused a moment and Falen felt a surge of excitement which was lost when Oarin responded in a low voice “ It is Morrow Now you need to know. Come.” And he turned to head toward the rest-in behind them. Falen didn't know what else to do but to folow even though he was sure now that he truly was HeiRo and he should be doing the leading, he didn't know where to lead.
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Oarin in his stance while waiting for the Whispers, saw beings, many going into the Caged Spyrul-it seemed to be the spot for Inland Gate. He knew from being through Inland Gate twice, that some thing new had been brought here because this was the first time the Whispers which have travel with him since he was young ever pulled him around while being in Inland Gate. Oarin understood that lust was a powerful thing but it seem it had to be more being offered in there than just flesh, there was just too much activity going on. Most of the flesh would either be making some kind of payment or the flesh would all be Slags. No other being could be owned except Slags. Besides the Marxs, the silver coloring in skin, hair or eyes were also another way to know if a being was a Slag. For the Slags without silver, Marxs were the only way to tell and those had to be gotten by a bond. None silver Slags were very popular as flesh because they were rare. It may be the new attraction in the Caged Spyrul was a non silver Slag.
With Falen following Oarn stepped over the threshold of the side door. The door which the two she beings had come through to find him in the garden. Near the door was the Lesnes who had brought him tea, he didn't acknowledge it, it wasn't there. His eyes caught the icons of the new faith, one which had many different beings and dead Emperials of the Empire represented as gods. Lead by the HeiRo fo the Morrow Now Further. If Falen wanted to know about his Morrow Further, all he had to do was study the new faith. In his travels, Oarin had seen many types of art depicting such tales of the HeiRo. 
The Roeganers had spoke tales of the first picture created on a rock cliff overlooking one of the 1st settlements on Krilen. Many Roeganers believed it was to scare the Slag and to give others false Hope that the Punishment was false. But without the Punishment, the Roegas would never have gotten strong enough to help the Mother and themselves. It is promise after the Punishment, Slags would be free and the dead would be rewarded with life or Paradise in the Sideways Path if they so wished it. Lones would be able to petition a forgiveness and the Lesnes would find their souls if they were strong enough. Oarin was brought out of his head by the song of joy the Whispers were pulsing with. There was something here that was part of them. Oarin felt a shiver of excitement. Even the Lesnes seemed to feel the pulse in the air. Only the short , squat being hurrying over to Oarin seem oblivious to the charge in the air.
Oarin didn't stop moving into the room till he was in the center of a circular waiting room. At one time it was much more elegant but only some of the materials in the room had been taken care of. Falen steped in behind Oarin and moved past him looking in all directions like a bobbing looking for prey. Oarin was beginning to think the little HeiRo had a lot to learn about the world. It would be up to Oarin to teach him. 
Oarin counted four doors on the same floor as them and a stariway which spiraled around the room just like the flower the rest-in was named after. There was most likely another door up there to the outer rim for the wealthy to visit the rest-in. Inland gate had lots of balconies which were connected so the wealthy and powerful never had to touch the street. The floor at his feet show the signs of age from long ago, way back in Morrow Then before the Empire was born. The stairway was a bit younger but still older than some of the wall materials. The design suggested before Inland Gate became the port city but after the figures were placed on the gates. This building was part of the Quazian culture from the Morrow Then.
“Oii, ya not allowed in here.....” The being stopped when it saw Falen. Giving him a look from top to bottom, it said, “Ah, Sah does this Slag belong to ya?” Falen looked at her, than at Oarina nd a sly smile came to his mouth. He knew he had to wait for here to bow first to establish rank. His rank had to be higher than hers, so he would wait until she bowed. She reminded him of some of the nannies back on the farm. He didn't have to wait long for her to bow and then he bowed back. She seemed very exicted for Falen to be here, maybe the size of Oarin spoke of wealth of any who owned a Slag like him.
“Follow, Sah I have all kinds here for Emperials. “ She rang a charm on her neck and the doors open, letting in another small being. Oarin notice this one looked a lot like the small being who had served him. Maybe bondlings. This one was guiding another being, tall being which smelled like a she to Oarin and was most likely flesh sold here. The Whispers shot off him in a burst of light, color and sound to caused wind to rush up and settle around this new being. The Whisper sang of joy and small voices spoke”her, her, ya must free her. Her, her her, you must bring her. “ Over and over as the Whispers flew all around the being carassing her haiir and face. 'her, her her, she must be with us, we must be with her, you must be with her.” Oarin watched as the new being reacted to the Whispers and looked straight into his eyes, a feat few ever did or completed depending on what was going on at the time. Oarin stood frozen as eyes rimmed with power looked straight into his. In a flash shorter than a heart beat but longer than his own life, he stood still looking into eyes convented familitaty and awness. As soon as they were connected the flow was gone. Where once there were silver upon silver eyes now there were only brilliant green like the leaves of the Tree. A rare color here in the Empire where browns and blues were the norm and even a few black on black but not green. He noted that the green eyes and pale hair was most likely one of the reasons she was a flesher but it was also the fact she was the Cage. Beings would feel the love of the Mother through her for a payment and for a moment their lives would be perfect.
Oarin felt the lust radiating off of Falen, the rest-in owner and even the little being holding the Cage's leash. He felt the anger that they would look upon a piece of the Mother, a piece which was in all likely hood the kind, loving Mother as something of a play thing. He fought the urge to kill them all until the Whispers told him what to do. But the Whispers were strangely quiet at this time, like they had drunk too much and now had to sleep off the effects. Oarin would have to access the situation and deiced what was needed. He couldn't kill the HeiRo, the one who would make the world safe and whole. The one who would save the mother, the one Oarin had to protect as well as the Cage. So for now Falen was safe but Oarin didn't have to like him to protect him. It had been foretold since Morrow Then that Oarin would do everything in his powers to make sure the HeiRo made the Mother whole and Oarin would break the Cage.
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Falen turned away from the little she in front of him when he heard a door open to the side of him. He watched as another small but younger she came through the door leading another being with a rope of quaz. The rope itself was worth more than Falen could ever image owning but it was the she attached to it that made him stop, he stop breathing, thinking and moving. This she made him aware of every part of his body and how it ached to be close to her. Tall, almost as tall as Oarin, she was taller than Falen but only by a bit, well at least a bit that would matter if they were sitting down. Her hair was the color of the pollen in the Noirflora, a gold so light it look almost clear with out color. Eyes green like the Bliss only darker and lighter at the same time. Falen let his eyes follow her hair down past her hips, hair which looked soft and light as it moved with the slight wind which was blowing through the rest-in from the Bliss. Her face was like many of the shes from the Magin Court. Falen kept up with the fashion with the court as much as he could, paying traders for information and talking to Emperials when they visited the farm. Round face with large eyes, and lips. The lips spoke to him with out moving, promising joy with just a slight brush of them on his skin. Falen might be innocent about the world but in the ways of flesh he had a bit more experience. He had been the sought after being on the farm and by any visitor who stayed. Many shes had stated they wanted a spawn with his coloring. It was considered lucky by all in the Empire, the color of the young bud of the Noirflora, red so red it didn't seem natural on a being.
Watching the she in front of them, Falen realized there was something aluring about her to him. Some kind of almost unatural feeling, a pull making him feel like he had been eating Noirflora petals, dreamy almost. Even so he wanted her in ways he had never ever wanted anything else in his life. He doubted he had enough payment to have her and he had to have her, to feel her against him, to hold her gently and not gently, to taste her, to make her lust after him. She had to be his now and forever. He, no one else, was to possess her. He felt powerful and would fight any who stood in his way. Even Oarin......Oarin.....Oaring, the thought of Oarin was like a wave of water from the well, deep and dark and cold, so cold it hurt. Oarin who caused a deep fear within him. Falen turn away from the object of his lust to look at Oarin.
Falen saw that Oarin was starting at the tall she but there was no lust in his eyes, only determination. Oarin began to move forward toward her as the the smaller she in front pulled the taller one forward with a bit of a hard pull causing the tall she to almost fall. Falen was shocked to see a flicker of anger in Oarin's eyes and felt that chill once more. The older, smaller she stepped in front of Oarin but addressed Falen putting the shes behind her.
“Oh Sah, She is the best in the Caged Spyrul. You have a good eye for flesh. Shis Lovely Dahl and her cost is based on your want.” The being in front of Oarin, smiled a somewhat toothless grin and had a look calulating greed. Her flesh bunched up with the smile reminding Falen of the dough from which drouls were made of, the sweet dough like bread for fun times on the farm. “She is like a dream, a dream which leaves you wanting more while being satsified, a dream which tastes so sweet you can not wait until sleep. She has been trained at the College of Sound to bring out the best pleasures one can think of.”
Falen began to feel a fear, a fear from somewhere else, a fear which was a warning of something bad was going to begin. It was a sense he had all his life, one which Paja said came from the Sideways Path. Falen wasn't sure he believe in the Sideways Path but he knew when to be wary of the time in the Morrow Now when the feeling came. He watched Oarin out of the corner of his eye. Did the Slag have the needed amount since it seemed he too was interested in the tall she. Could Falen somehow bargain with Oarin to pool their wealth and share this rare fruit of lust.
Just as falen was deciding to speak with Oarin, Oarin who had stopped in front of the small she, looked down with a white fire in his eyes. The small she opened her mouth to speak and then without ever seeing him move, Falen was feeling something hitting his foot and a wetness on his flesh. He looked down and nearly fell backwards because the small beings head with its eyes wide and mouth still open was bumping his foot. As soon as he could understand what he was looking at he realized he smelled her blood, the purple blood splashed on him, on the shes behind her. He knew Oarin was now moving forward to grab the tall she's hands and was bowing down in front of her but all Falen could do was stare at the head which had lost all it's life by now. He looked up and saw the other small being with her mouth open in a silent scream, her throat working to produce sound but for all the work nothing came out. Part of him notice she had no tongue which might explain why there was not sound. He looked up to see Oarn pulling the tall she behind him as he moved past Falen. Falen felt the chill of fear pool in his stomach but knew it was because of what Oarin had done not because something bad was going to happen because that had already been done. Even though it was just a flash in the Morrow Now it seem like it was all going on in the Morrow Ever till Oarin walked past and said.
“Come little HeiRoe, we have a place to go. There is a slise we need to be on soon.” and he continued out the door behind them. Falen took one last look at the other she still standing there with her mouth open and watched as she pulled a small black sharp from her bag on her hip and pulled it across her throat. Falen was appalled as her face changed to joy. 'Why would she show joy at her death? What was happening in his world? But he turned to follow Oarin out the door not knowing what else to do. He had to run to catch up with Oarin, 'why did it feel like he was always running after the Slag...should the HeiRoe be leading. It was a thought which keep circling as he raced toward the South Opening to the Bliss