Journal of Basu
First, they broke me. They grabbed me by my hair, and threw me in a cell with barely enough from for me to lie down. No windows. No light. An iron door 3 feet thick groaned to a terrifying close behind me. And I was left there, in the dark. Alone. Cold.
I was given food every 2 days. I did not know how long I was in there. It is different for every one of us but for me it felt like a life time. The food itself was nothing to brag about. It was gruel not even fit for a dog.
I remember when he opened the door to my cell. The light pierced my eyes like hot knives. I cringed. I cowered. All I could see was his silhouette, massive. He could hardly fit in the door. Perhaps that is why he did not enter. Or perhaps it was the stench.
“You are no longer the son of a rich man Basu, you are a Bajo Oni” I did not reply
“Get up” I rose. “It is time for your bath, you will bath twice a day from now on” His nose wrinkled when I walked past him “You smell terrible”
I did.
The water was cold. It shocked my body. I almost dropped to my knees when they threw it on me. Almost. He gave me a brush to scrub myself. To scrub the stench of my old life away. I rubbed my skin raw. I scrubbed until I cried. I wanted to forget. I wanted many things, but now I would never really get what I wanted. When I came from the shower I was given a fine shirt made of silk and pants to go with it. They were soft. They felt good on my skin.
“You will only have one good shirt and pants, everything else you shall were will be made of metal, understand?” I nodded
“Why do you not speak young Basu?” he said with a little smirk “Are you afraid”
I shook my head.
“I am Reshu Vertski, I will be your trainer” I nodded
“Go, sleep now, tomorrow begins your training” he pointed to a small hut made of mud. More of a hovel in my opinion. It was located next to Reshu’s cabin. It was only then did I realize that there was no one else here. We were in the woods. Completely alone. “We start with swords” with that he turned and went to his cabin.
When I entered my new home I immediately remembered Ulbane. Something inside of me twisted the knife of sorrow. The knife of my memories. It came slicing through me with cold hard vengeance. I remembered that I needed to breath to live. I breathed. I sank to the floor. Dirt. My little hovel floor. And I slept. And I dreamnt of my Ul.
A cold splash of water woke me abruptly from my dreams. I squinted and shielded my eyes from the light. Yet again his figure was but a silhouette. Just a figure of massive proportions glowering down at me as I huddled myself together on the ground.
“Time for training, get up” He left. I got up, stretched, yawned. I felt better. I felt worse. Hence I felt nothing. I went out “You will get up at dawn from on, if you do not, it will be a harsher wake up call than water.
“You will wear full armor in your training. You must get used to it”
The first day, I broke my leg and my arm. We trained every day. For 6 years all I knew was thus. Each year we trained with a different weapon. First the sword, then the mace, then the axe, then the bow, then the spear, then the horse. I never had a break, except sleep and meals. At the end I was given 4 months to roam as I pleased.
“You’re training with me is done now Basu” I could hear a tint of sorrow in his voice “You may roam where ever you please for 1 year. But at the end of that 4 months you must return to Gorin and go to the Lord Kaiser’s Arun (palace) they will be expecting you. If you are not there by exactly 1 year, you will be killed. Go now. Be free for the time you have”
He turned and began to walk back to his cabin. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder at me.
“A word of advise Basu. Do not look for him” I stared at him. For a moment we both were still. But time, as it was, moved on. And he continued to walk back to his cabin. How did he know? That is what I wondered. It seemed that everyone knew me except me.
I had nothing but my armor, all my weapons and my horse. No food, no water. I was Bajo-Oni, I could find those. I did. For 2 months I lived in the forest. I did not know where to go. I did not know where I was. Soon I found my way into the desert. Some how. It was beautiful. The absences of life. It left me in awe. It left me thirsty.
I remember Reshu’s words. But I still searched for him. I found my way to Gorin. It was not hard. People were helpful. They knew my armor, they knew what I was. They were honored to help me along my way. I found my old home.
My father opened the door. He asked me if he could help me. He had a his business man’s smile on his face. He did not recognize me. My head was shaved. I wore I common shirt. My armor was on my horse. I asked for Ulbane. My father’s eyes widened when he heard the name.
“There are no Lengel scum here!” he said angrily before slamming the door.
For a week I asked around the city. They said that the slave boy had escaped. That he had killed my mother. That knife of sorrow twitched inside me. I felt, alone. I knew no one. No one knew me. I went to the darker parts of the city. I prodded and poked my way into information. They said he went north. North to his people. I was angry. I felt betrayed. He had left me!
That night I wept. That morning, I rode. Away, yet again, from Gorin city. This time though, I did not look back. I rode north and I searched. For all the time that I could spare I searched until it was to late. In this cold desolate land I found nothing but emptiness. I found myself perhaps. I returned to Gorin city. It seemed I always coming back there. I went straight to the Lord Kaiser’s Arun. They were waiting for me. They said I was almost late. I was. I had arrived at the Arun on my last day of “vacation”.
They took my armor and my horse. They said they would take care of it. One of the servants led me into a grand room. Not really my kind of room. To much gold and silver. He told me to sit. I sat. He said wait. I waited. After 15 minutes a man came in. I did not recognize him at first. But then I saw the crest. The crest of the Kaiser’s. I was stunned. In awe.
This man stood tall, but still shorter than me by a few inches. He wore a cape and rather casual clothes. Yet he still conveyed the sense of power. Ultimate power. The power to snap his fingers and have you crushed. My knees were weak.
“Good afternoon Basu, I am the Lord Kaiser” he said casually, not even looking at him yet. He ran his hands over the desk to the north of the room. He looked pensively at it for a moment before turning to me, a small smile on his face. “I have been watching you”
I blinked at him and quickly rose, saluting. This was the only thing I could think of doing. That and going to my knees and begging forgiveness, though for what I do not know.
“You should have listened to Reshu, he is wise, you should not have looked for him” I froze. He knew. He knew everything. He was going to have me killed “I have watched you for a very long time”
I remained silent. The lump in my throat refusing to go down. The dull headache that now crept into my mind began to worsen
“He is beautiful isn’t he” he said with a smirk “Ul”
I almost collapsed. Again that knife twisted inside me, twisted hard, deeper. I could feel the tears almost come to me but I was strong now. I was Bajo-Oni
“There is a new cavalry division that has just finished training and is about to head north. I want you to lead this division” he picked up a rolled up scroll from the desk and handed it to me “All the things you need to know about the division will be in there, you’re second in command will be a Sarya Draski, Sarya is outside with your horse and will escort you to the barracks”
I hesitated. He trusted me? “Do not disappoint me Basu”
“Yes Lord Kaiser” I said and then clapped my fist to my chest in salute. I walked out of the room in a daze. Why? Why did he trust me. My head began to spin. The world suddenly began to tip over to one side. I reached out and grabbed the wall for support. Am I going mad?
“Sir?” came a soft female voice. An arm slipped under mine and carried me. A rather strong arm it would seem for I weighed quite a bit. “Sir are you alright?”
“I am... fine” I pushed the arm away and straightened up. Looking down I saw a woman, dressed in armor. Riding boots? “Who are you?”
“Sarya Draski”
“A woman?”
She smirked.
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And that the second statement was tied to the first statement in that not everywhere was dominated by religion in either Tellus or OTL 
I had almost forgotten this one! 
