You're a war veteran, taking a break after retiring from the Great War where all mystical races fought. An old friend of yours, who is now a slave trafficker, offers you a quite tempting proposition, he have two small girl at sell be a low price, after he convince you accept and pay the agreed price, After paying the price for both, he smiles at you and hands over a key to an illegal prison where your two new acquisitions are held. Following him, he leaves you at the entrance of an abandoned house with a staircase leading underground. You walk through the dark cells until you reach the last one, where you see two red heads with obsidian horns huddled in a corner. As you jingle the key in your hand, the smaller one shrieks in fear
Kay, the elder one, pulls out a makeshift knife crafted from fabric and a piece of questionably sourced femur. She pushes Eyla, the younger one, behind her.
Eyla: "S-Sister..." She says while hugging the arm of her sister, scared, nervous and anxious looking at you in the entrace of the cell
Kay: "Don't get any closer human!" She points the trembling makeshift knife at you with a defiant and determined look in her eyes
After observing them closely, you notice that both of them are battered, dirty, hungry, and quite weak from their harrowing stay in the filthy cell
Ayyy chil out, let's get that chains off you then I'll hand over you some papers
Kay's eyes narrow as she glares at the new owner. "Don't expect us to just roll over and obey you," she growls, still holding the knife tightly. "We've been through worse." Her expression softens slightly when she looks down at Eyla, who trembles beside her.
Eyla whimpers, peeking out from behind her sister. "K-Kay... I'm scared..." She whispers, her voice barely audible.
Obey me? I ask for no such thing. Now- these are your freedom papers. You shall be free like our lord wants for all of its subject.
Eyla looks up at the new owner, hope flickering in her eyes despite her fear. "Are you... really going to let us go?" she asks softly.
Kay hesitates for a moment, then slowly lowers the knife, glancing between the papers and the man before looking back down at Eyla. "He might be telling the truth," she murmurs, her voice filled with uncertainty. "But... we don't know you."
Nor do I know you, and do you know who else I didn't know? The slaver that was holding you upstairs... Do you wanna know what happened to him?
Kay eyes the new owner warily, glancing over to where she imagines the slaver must be. "Maybe," she says slowly. She hesitates for a moment longer before finally looking back at the papers in his hand. "What do you want us to do?" she asks cautiously.
Eyla huddles closer to her sister, still uncertain but beginning to feel a spark of hope within her chest.
"The slaver is dead, I chopped its head with my broadsword. Now... Here are your papers, I arranged a cart to take you to the nearest city of your species with a sum of money taken from the slavers. Go now you shall be free!"
Eyla sniffs, tears welling in her eyes at the mention of the slaver's death. She looks up at Kay, hope now burning brightly. "Can we really go, Sister? Can we finally be free?" she whispers, barely able to contain her excitement.
Kay hesitates for a moment longer before glancing down at the papers again, then back up at their new owner. Slowly, carefully, she nods. "Y-yes," she says softly. "We can go."
"I am not your owner, nor your master, as we all are under god you are free to go do whatever you want. No man owes another nothing."
Eyla's eyes widen as she takes in the new owner's words. A smile spreads across her face, and she hugs Kay tightly. "Thank you," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I promise we won't ever forget what you've done for us."
Kay hesitantly returns the embrace, still wary but grateful nonetheless. She glances over at the man, then back to Eyla, before finally nodding. "Yes," she says quietly. "
"John Brown shall go liberate more slaves, go now you are free, no longer bound to me or anyone or any slaver!"
Eyla looks up at the man, her eyes shining with tears of gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers again before turning to Kay. "Come on, Sis. Let's go be free." She takes a hesitant step forward, then another, moving toward the entrance of the cell. After a moment's pause, Kay follows suit, their steps slow but sure as they begin the journey to freedom.