"My lord, I can be a great servant." Anthani shouted, sweat trickling down his cheek, "if one can't be good at fighting, it doesn't mean he would be useless; you can take them for a little different duty."
"What are you going to do? Sluice the floor? We need creatures for war, not for other reasons." The fat demon scoffed; his belly wiggled with each turn of his head.
"If trained, might I be a great fighter?" Anthani was afraid, only pretending to be serene. His heart was pounding; it was painful, although showing it would make them certain he's weak and deserves demise.
The fat demon glanced at his lord, questioning whether to let Anthani live or not. The fire lord had yellowish-brown eyes that were gleaming like a star. Even though, from the countenance, he seemed scarcely more dangerous than any other present. He was tall, and the throne he plopped on was all massive.
"Take him as a servant; he will be kept as a scrubber of floors and a looker for the foods of mine." of The lord had a heavy voice. It gave Anthani a slight quiver, but he was relieved of not being killed.
Anthani was taken to the main castle; it was far away from the one he had been in, at the entrance of the city, Karsal. There were groans of demons and other creatures, some sprawling on the ground and the looks of emaciation. He observed, This place is no different from our own world.
At the heart of the city was the castle; it was different. In a way that astounded the boy.
When he entered the castle, the hall had fans on the ceiling fashioned of diamonds. In front were the stairs leading to the upper portion. Since outside there was no sun but clouds hovering. The inner part of the castle was kept with fire, which illuminated it all brightly.
"This way, well h', your place." The Hetlon(Another species) said he had a crooked nose and bald scalp. Clad in long leathery raiment, loose trousers trimmed in silver coins. "H' work, let me show you, h' sleeping place and kitchen."
He conducted Anthani of his tight space for a room and cavernous kitchen; it was already brimful of noses.
"H', hmmm, work commences morrow. Be ready, h' fetch you." The Hetlon stretched his bristle and walked away, leaving the boy all by himself in the room.
[We have to get out of this place.]
[Alas, we stay lest the demise of our come too early.]
[I say, wait and learn about this place. When time comes we creep out of this place. For now, the best to do is to observe.]
The morrow came, and Anthani began to work in the kitchen; it was a hard job. Too many orders were going here and there; the bellowing was making it worse. If he were to err, he would be shouted at. It took him a whole day to get used to this whole kitchen work.
He was the one to bring the meal to the table for the king.
It has been a week, and he hasn't roused from his dream. He wondered, why though? Could it be… He's transported into a new world. He had heard of tales of different worlds. Some dwelt within their world, and some separately on their own.
No, it's impossible. Those worlds were just in tales.
It was a cool night; he was abed and was able to sleep. The sound of the beast howling came from his opened window. Glad I only hear them.
As he closed his eyes and went deep into a peaceful slumber after being unable to sleep for five nights. He had a dream, a dream of sitting next to aflame logs, and about him were glowing-faced people. There was an old man just beside him.
"If you want to escape from there, follow what I say." The old man had a long, snowy beard and pupils black and dotted with stars. He darted a glance at Anthani and smiled, "Let the game of light and dark begin."