Day 92 - Winter 510
Nero had lost count of the days, how long had it been since he lost Tar? He couldn't remember. Did it really matter? Tar was gone, his loyal falcon was dead, along with him went Nero's job. He was a drudge now, the lowest of the low. From morning to night he worked non-stop, he had heard several people commenting about this was where he really belonged, doing hard labour and starving all the time. He was cleaning the skyhigh stables, no one had bothered to clean them out since the end of the trade season Nero had a feeling that someone had it in for him and this was some kind of twisted punishment. Nero shook his head, "Great now I am getting paranoid," he growled to himself, "and talking to myself..." he glanced at the other Dek who was working at the other end of the stable but he wasn't paying Nero any mind.
Nero stomach growled, he had barely eaten all day. Who was he kidding? He had barely eaten since Tar had died. 'Maybe I want to die?' he thought to himself, eventually the work and lack of food would kill him. And the sad thing was, Nero didn't care, he was ready to embrace death. Tar had, Tar was dead and in a better place... Nero once wouldn't have thought like this, but he had paid for his optomisim... he had paid with Tar's life...