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Soul windows
A short story by Scott Maxwell

It had been a few weeks since I had herd from the Lanotaur hunter I had put my feelers now and then looking to make contact with movement. Why should now be any different I asked myself of coarse there all dead or I would never be able to reach them once more, but habits die hard even in this place of death. I was shocked when I herd back from him asking to meet saying he had news! It was only a short matter that would take a few hours I told Case …just getting some parts that’s all for the shop. I made my way to the little resta inn named the dirty sombrero. The place squatted in the middle of a dirty piss stained ally much like most of its patrons. The Lanotaur was already there when I arrived, after paying for a few drinks & dropping twice the agreed upon prince for the information he started talking. He informed me that he did not find anyone fitting my parameters in the city but…he did not come back empty handed his kind never does. He smelled out tracked down some one of personal interest to me he said in fact two! His senses both magical & psychic have found two slaves that I should take a look at. Any other time and any other person I would have flown off the handle with, but he and I had a history this was a matter of repaying a debt of honor to me after saving his life from a CS scouting party so I know that it was worth it even though it was not want I had tasked him to do or find. So with a few more friendly words we parted ways shaking hands and wishing each other a good hunt.

I made my way to the market there I met with the top seller named Ren Poblo. I asked to see only the male children. As we entered the slave markets cells a deep heavy heat began to swell in my hart I felt this before it was hate anger deep and old dark much older and darker then any of my comp drays would ever could ever believe. No matter how this played out the people here would be free I did not have the money to buy them all nor could I just start a fight with Rens 4 juicer body guards a mere 3 neck snapping feet away. No I would come back in the dead of night…and with a little Maxwellin fence I would unlock the doors and let the people free themselves if they could. But back to the moment now Ren was talking and I was some where els I asked him to repeat himself people I had a bum ear. “ Here are they a fine chose?” This is the new arrival bin….. I looked faces started back at me some human some not….all crying to be free. Then my gaze fell on just two faces ….two faces I had seen before I tried to scream but want came out was a frogs dieing crock. I saw myself caged ! By all the founding fathers how could this be !!! It was a young me …my eyes my face and yet not my face……both could have been blood brothers if only looking at the eyes. What was that whisper in the back of my mind something I had read long ago in a place where books where not burned or cluster away in a magi chambers. The eyes are the windows to the soul. If that is true which now I know it to be so then these boys share my soul. Some how they are of my line but much further down the stream of life. I just stood there thinking of the implications the possibilities the meaning. “sir…..sir……SIR!!!” Ren said in a loud tone that sounding like a cows scream. “yes I said in a distant voice” Well I know a sell when I see it…. Is this a prince you would be willing to part with I glanced at it only noting that I had the funds on me at the moment. Yes…yes that would be fine. I bought them and took them home right away to meet the others. Case & company where shocked as well as dismayed at me buying “slaves” but that was the only way I would explain my actions. They where never treated like slaves….I started teaching them to read and know the things that have been long forgotten. Life liberty and the pursuit of happiness…. Even in this shattered would such things can be found.

Description
Soul windows
A short story by Scott Maxwell

It had been a few weeks since I had herd from the Lanotaur hunter I had put my feelers now and then looking to make contact with movement. Why should now be any different I asked myself of coarse there all dead or I would never be able to reach them once more, but habits die hard even in this place of death. I was shocked when I herd back from him asking to meet saying he had news! It was only a short matter that would take a few hours I told Case …just getting some parts that’s all for the shop. I made my way to the little resta inn named the dirty sombrero. The place squatted in the middle of a dirty piss stained ally much like most of its patrons. The Lanotaur was already there when I arrived, after paying for a few drinks & dropping twice the agreed upon prince for the information he started talking. He informed me that he did not find anyone fitting my parameters in the city but…he did not come back empty handed his kind never does. He smelled out tracked down some one of personal interest to me he said in fact two! His senses both magical & psychic have found two slaves that I should take a look at. Any other time and any other person I would have flown off the handle with, but he and I had a history this was a matter of repaying a debt of honor to me after saving his life from a CS scouting party so I know that it was worth it even though it was not want I had tasked him to do or find. So with a few more friendly words we parted ways shaking hands and wishing each other a good hunt.

I made my way to the market there I met with the top seller named Ren Poblo. I asked to see only the male children. As we entered the slave markets cells a deep heavy heat began to swell in my hart I felt this before it was hate anger deep and old dark much older and darker then any of my comp drays would ever could ever believe. No matter how this played out the people here would be free I did not have the money to buy them all nor could I just start a fight with Rens 4 juicer body guards a mere 3 neck snapping feet away. No I would come back in the dead of night…and with a little Maxwellin fence I would unlock the doors and let the people free themselves if they could. But back to the moment now Ren was talking and I was some where els I asked him to repeat himself people I had a bum ear. “ Here are they a fine chose?” This is the new arrival bin….. I looked faces started back at me some human some not….all crying to be free. Then my gaze fell on just two faces ….two faces I had seen before I tried to scream but want came out was a frogs dieing crock. I saw myself caged ! By all the founding fathers how could this be !!! It was a young me …my eyes my face and yet not my face……both could have been blood brothers if only looking at the eyes. What was that whisper in the back of my mind something I had read long ago in a place where books where not burned or cluster away in a magi chambers. The eyes are the windows to the soul. If that is true which now I know it to be so then these boys share my soul. Some how they are of my line but much further down the stream of life. I just stood there thinking of the implications the possibilities the meaning. “sir…..sir……SIR!!!” Ren said in a loud tone that sounding like a cows scream. “yes I said in a distant voice” Well I know a sell when I see it…. Is this a prince you would be willing to part with I glanced at it only noting that I had the funds on me at the moment. Yes…yes that would be fine. I bought them and took them home right away to meet the others. Case & company where shocked as well as dismayed at me buying “slaves” but that was the only way I would explain my actions. They where never treated like slaves….I started teaching them to read and know the things that have been long forgotten. Life liberty and the pursuit of happiness…. Even in this shattered would such things can be found.