Spring Day 45, 512 AV
I winced as she was pulled outback a small bar. I had been on a wagon for- the gods know - trapped in a cage. And I still was, only this time got to breathe fresh air away from the other animals.
I remembered being spiked with something, by some human. I remembered grieving for Wizer's death. But nothing more. But here I was, in this cage, my paws being very irritated by the holes in the cage floor.
I lay there, sighing. The people who kidnapped me probably were going to make me a slave again. Yes, now I remember more. My parents were slaves, but were carried away from me at early age. Wizer, kind as he was, took me in. But pasts don't matter anymore. What matters now is what I will do about my enslavement.
I was alone, cage sitting on the ground, waiting for the people to come back out of the bar and hoist my crate away, back to the life of a slave. I sighed as I realized more and more there was no way out of this. My life was going to be full of misery.