“You may explore all you wish,” Master Bane said in a hard voice.


    “Careful of the Warriors that patrol the area,” Master Kein warned.


    “You are nothing to them, just a tool to use and discard.”


    I paled and reached for them. They couldn’t be leaving me to the others.


    “Perhaps if you are good enough one of them may choose to put their symbol on you,” Master Damien


    sighed, “but I doubt it. They have no reason to take home and be burdened with what they can freely


    use here.”


    I screamed for them as the pad lifted off and they Left. Dropping to my knees on the dusty ground I


    cried like a baby. I couldn’t figure out why they would go to all the trouble to save me just to kill me


    themselves.


    Once the tears dried I looked around. This area once had been bustling, there were the foundations of


    innumerable buildings. A crumbling wall surrounded the entire area. I wandered toward the only


    building with a roof. There was no door, just an opening in the wall.


    I reached out and touched the pink brown stone and it crumbled a little under my fingers, this ce was


    falling apart. I stepped into the doorway and immediately stepped back out. A skeletony against the


    far wall. It was most certainly humanoid.


    For a while I just stood and hyperventted. The rational part of my brain decided to take over at some


    point. I tried to remember how long it would take for me to die. Theck of water would kill me first. If I


    was going to Last I would have to find water here.


    As I walked around the rocks on the ground dug into my feet. The smooth cobblestones I was used to


    were cracked and broken here. I tripped and stepped hard on a broken piece and it went deep into my


    Left foot.


    I sat on a stump and examined the wound. Blood seeped slowly from the broken skin and dripped to


    the ground below me. The injury was deep and touching it hurt. With nothing to clean or wrap it with, I


    ignored it.


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    I had to find water, so I walked around looking. The gouge was leaving bloody tracks where ever I


    went. I wandered all over and didn’t see anything that looked like a well or a water source. Except for


    my sticky Little footprints this ce was bone dry.


    It was hot, warmer than the vige I had called home. I was sweating profusely. The dust I kicked up


    was sticking to my damp skin and felt disgusting. Limping I moved back to the building with the


    skeleton. I crouched inside the doorway out of the sun and watched the bones. I wondered what she


    had done to get left to die out here.


    I looked around the room and saw there was a small alcove off to the side. Wandering around the room


    I nced into the recess, inside was a small jug that bore my owners’ insignia. I hadn’t been this thirsty


    since I was in the ocean. ncing down I noticed several small bugs swimming in the jug. Picking up


    the dirty pitcher I looked closer inside and saw there was a small amount of water.


    The water teased me. It was dirty, I could tell just looking at it. The container was filthy and there were


    little silver things swimming in it. I ced the jug carefully down and looked for something I could pour


    the water into. If I had a cup I could pick the bugs out.


    I walked everywhere in the crumbling vige, but there wasn’t a cup or even another jug to be found. I


    did find more bugs. Swarms of the nasty silver things were everywhere. At some point I thought about


    the funny nts that lined the walls to thepound. They obviously had been ced purposely.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    When I returned to the building I went straight to the jug. I was parched and dry, bugs or not I’d drink


    the water.


    The jug was covered with the little silver things. The water was thick with them now. I sobbed and


    choked down the water, drinking a handful of bugs with it. They tasted disgusting. I wanted to scream


    and cry, but that wouldn’t do any good. In fact, it would dehydrate me faster.


    I sat in the room with the remains and watched the sun’s rays move across the floor. My foot was


    throbbing and I tried to ignore it. There was really nothing else to do.


    Just before sunset I heard the hum of a transport pad outside. I jumped up and ran out the door. My


    eyes Locked with those of a massive blonde haired man. I ran back into the building and backed into


    the far wall.


    I couldn’t stop watching as the men came toward me. Most of them wererge and well armed,


    obviously Warriors.


    Five of the men entered the building and stalked toward me. I screamed for my Masters and jumped


    out a window on the wall. They were on top of me before I got ten feet away. It was a pointless struggle


    and theyughed heartily at me as they dragged me, by my hair, back into the building.


    “Who are you screaming for ve?” one of them asked me. “Your owners left you here. I’m not sure


    why they left their mark on you though,” he patted the mark on my stomach. “Do you think you are


    worthy of theming back for you?”