Fever was roasting the young child thoroughly, the internal heat was causing him to perspire profusely through his pores. Eight was stretched out across the floor, and what seemed to be an Imuchakk woman was hovering overhead, supporting the slave boys head upon her lap. Reality began to distance itself from Eight with each passing shutter of his eyes, alternating between memories of long ago and his attendant looking down at him with a mask over her face.
Gulping a final time in this dank, dimly lit storage place for slaves, which temporarily housed the injured and ill. Now he was in the back area of the Colosseum. Eight had a few aches, especially along his eyes and eyelids. But as his curiosity took over, his pain dissipated. The mind consumed with a longing... something he missed was hiding in these halls.
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TLDR A sick slave, 8, is being taken care of by an Imuchakk. During his care, he falls into a delusional flashback to his childhood in Reim.
Gulping a final time in this dank, dimly lit storage place for slaves, which temporarily housed the injured and ill. Now he was in the back area of the Colosseum. Eight had a few aches, especially along his eyes and eyelids. But as his curiosity took over, his pain dissipated. The mind consumed with a longing... something he missed was hiding in these halls.
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TLDR A sick slave, 8, is being taken care of by an Imuchakk. During his care, he falls into a delusional flashback to his childhood in Reim.