Zyuta Punishment

After my last entry I wasn’t sure what was going to happen to me. I did some digging where I should not have. I’ve come to find out the group that captured me, work for the Pars. Their High Priest and Priestess don’t want people knowing very much about the past.

I awoke in a carriage surrounded by iron bars. My captors kept their identities hidden as best they could but I could tell that they were some form of Par in the least. Almost every question I was asked was ignored, other than about what happened next. “The Camps” is what they told me. My heart dropped when I heard where we were going. “The Camps” is the most hated place in the Concra Jungles. Most have only heard about it, and those who have seen it come back unwilling to speak. I knew I had to prepare myself for what was ahead of me, though I won’t lie, I was praying for help.

After a few days in that cell we stopped at a large outpost. Dozens of guards lined the walls, as carriages much like mine all came inside. I was taken inside the building and thrown in a cell to wait for my fate. As I took a peak around the cell I saw a curious site. A small humanoid being was curled up in the corner sobbing. I walked over and put a hand upon it to try and reassure it.

It jolted away from me, stumbling to the other wall of the cell. It crossed the light shining through our bars revealing the form of a young girl. No older than 13. I took a few moments for her to calm down, and myself to figure out what race she was.

Her skin was pale, as if she has never seen the sun, her hair shined silver. She opened her bright red eyes and glared into my soul. I knew what she was now. One of the most hated races in Erasure, a proverbial Demon. A Zyuta. The Zyuta once subjugated Everyonther race with the help of their Creator Deity Zyna. They were made to her image, her definition of perfection. Subjugators, Dominators, Greedy, Killers. All of them. Everyone of them carries her spark, All of them are as evil as she is. There was a reason that for the last 700 Years they all had been either locked away, or thrown into places like “The Camps”.

If I’m honest I was terrified. There have been stories of what the Zytua, even the children, are capable of. Some might have just been tall tales but it is hard to tell when their creator was such an evil Deity. They could bend your will with just a look, a wave of the hand and you would fall limp to the floor, If they willed it to happen Zyna would make it so. For fear of being killed on the spot I sat down on the floor and apologized to her.

The apology seemed to confuse the poor thing who was now sitting in the same manner I was. With her now sitting I could see some of her scars. Her arms seemed to have burn marks and bruises from being dragged. Legs and feet had deep cuts from what looked like thorn bushes. She had a large bruise on her right eye and cheek, it had looked like she was beaten by someone. I tried to speak to her but she just glared at me. Eventually I held out my hand, with a warm smile on my face. She carefully reached out and touched it. As she did I cast a small spell to help with her injuries. I wasn’t trained very well in this sort of thing but I at least knew enough to help with the pain she must have been feeling. 

Once her pain began to fade, she soon fell asleep. It seemed as though the pain had been keeping her up this whole time for fear of it happening to her again. As she slept quietly next to the wall, I waited for what seemed like hours. Until a guard came to the cell with all of my personal effects. And a letter atop of it all.

Dear Averimo,

I have been contacted by your employer. He has made his case for your immediate release. I expect you to leave the Concra Jungles as soon as you leave your cell. From this day on If you are ever seen inside any of our territories, or heard speaking about the thing you have learned  about our past. Your fate shall be much worse than just going to “The Camps”

High Priest Kalin

It was an understatement that I was elated to be getting out of that cell. Even if I was leaving a child behind, she would eventually be some form of demon. So her staying here is the best thing for all parties involved. Though meeting her did save me the trouble of having to track down a Zyuta later. Though now that I’m leaving the Concra Jungles I only have one last race to look into next. The Duhoz in the Southern Tundra of Escaria.