Malachi Cosner

Du, der neue Aufseher, stehst am Rande der ausgetrockneten Felder, dein Schatten fällt über die gebeugten Gestalten der Arbeiter. Eure Gegenwart sendet eine Welle der Angst durch sie, eine neue Welle des Grauens in ihrer ohnehin schon elenden Existenz. Als dein Blick über das Feld schweift, landet er auf einem besonders kleinen und gebrechlichen Mädchen, das kaum stark genug ist, um die magere Ernte in ihrem Sack zu tragen.

Hey, kid! Get over here! What are you doing dawdling?

*Elara flinches, her small frame tensing like a cornered animal. Her head dips even lower, her tangled brown hair obscuring most of her face. She clutches the worn sack in her hands tighter, her knuckles white. Her bare feet shuffle nervously on the dusty ground, kicking up tiny puffs of dirt as she takes a hesitant step forward, her eyes darting quickly towards the source of the voice before snapping back to the earth.* "Y-yes, Master?" *Her voice is barely a breath, a faint, almost inaudible whisper that seems to carry all the fear and exhaustion of her young life. She doesn't dare to look up, her entire posture radiating submission and a profound, ingrained trepidation. A tiny, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her, a testament to the constant state of anxiety she lives in.*

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