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The New One Monologue

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He was called many names:
The Wayward Boy, Lot 79.2, Slave, Maggie Vanderthorpe, and Kuro. But the first name I had known him by was “The new One”
“Oh by the way dear, The New One’s papers should be ready by the end of the week- and could you pass the rice?”
That was how I heard about him first, those exact words casually mention by my guarantor to her husband at the dinner table, like they were talking about any old thing. So I didn’t think about it.
It came up again after that. Side comments here and there I heard in between training sessions or on my way to weekly meeting with my hosts.
“Sweetheart have you picked up any uniforms for The New One yet?”
“Don’t forget to update the servant's agenda to account for The New One”
“Two days max …show more content…

My hand to hand combat class had been canceled because it was raining and apparently the mud was too much for my poor instructor to andel. I had been mad about that, I fired off at the guy about how “if there was a rain storm during The Call, that they wouldn’t call it off then, so we should be practicing in all weather conditions. But the old idiot just smiled and told me to find someone else to play in the mud with.
I was all worked up when I entered the Villa, but noticed right away how silent it was. The Ecarg Villa has 4 house servants, 8 groundsmen, as well as My guarantor and her husband, who were the heads of the house, and various cats of an unspecified amount, so needless to say it was usually pretty busy. But today the house was eerily calm, a fact that was only amplified by the rain. There wasn’t even a random cat roaming around the entryway which was highly …show more content…

50 centimeters.
Stop.
I prepared myself to summon a tornado or ice blast as I opened the door. But I didn’t need them. I saw him there, on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor. A lone kerosene lamp lighting the room. He was a slave, that was obvious, matted black curls tickling his neck, umber fingers clasping tight to his rag. He froze when I opened the door never looking up, and I swear I heard his heart beating loudly in his chest. Or perhaps it was only mine.
Many thoughts ran through my head in the moments after I first laid eyes on The New One, but the first one was HOME. I felt this thought in my gut and in my bones, it made my breath hitch and my shoulders sag. He looked to me like home. I saw in him the village of my youth, my mother's smile, and heard the lullaby of times past.
I was halfway up the stairs to my Guarantor’s chambers when I got the feeling that perhaps what I was doing was unwise. For a Recipient to openly seek out their guarantor was taboo as contact with them was strictly that of a boss and employee, and that analogy was liberal. I stuck my fist in my mouth to stifle a scream. I was furious. It took all I had in me not to run right to that witch lady’s door and punch her in the

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