Prologue

Darx walking into the depths of darkness for so long. He has long lost his human heart since the day he lost his only hope to living as a human. Little sweet Nadia, she was the only hope and light that he have to go on living. Darx, or his real name was Darko. He has a spike black haired, with emerald green eyes. Born from a commoner and a slave, he never ever have any good life since the day he was born, till he's grow up. All he ever know was he always being pass down from one noble family to another noble family for doing job as a slave. A heavy load job till deal every filthy thing the noble family won't do, but force other people to do it without pay, just give them a good beating. Sometimes made them starving, and never gave them a proper shelter or place to sleep. Just only place them, the people they call slave being shove into a same filthy and small barn. No place to sleep except a torn rag to replace the mattress. And only using arm for a pillow.

Life as a slave was very dret full. There was no colour or joy. Only a suffering and torment, and starvation. Darx once seen when he was just a child, around the time he was about six or seven years old. During on that time, he was being put into a cage along with other people that being collected being a slave. Darx never knew who is his parents was, or where he came from. All that he know that he was grown up following people who take him going every way, whenever he being put into a wooden, and sometimes steel cage with many different types of people in different age and sizes. Darx doing what he always do. Sitting obedient without any fuss or complaints. Just on that day Darx saw someone who was being put into the cage same as him, that man where a very different clothing, and he speaks a language he never heard, and makings noise and make a rukkus. And cause the other slave in with that man when chaos. Until the people who on watching, have no choice but silent that man down by beatings him down. And lock him in the other cage cells. And without any treatment and no foods that being givin to that man, he died, and being left to rotten. The people who beat that man came back to the barn where they was, seeing that man corpse, and they talked with another man who beat that man too. And they came to conclusion to dumped that man dead body to the pigs. And in the same time, another man came and open the door of the cage where Darx and another slave was, and drag them out, by linked the metal cuff that they all have wear on the wraist.

Darx walked as first one on the line. Consider it because he was smaller than the other. Darx saw the thing he'll never forget. The dead man body being groped up by a pigs.

Darx who just started to known the world and who, and where he was finally understood. That was his life's was. A SLAVE.

Fear started in him after that, he don't want to dies. Die and no proper buried. But instead being thrown away as pig food. This is not what is call living.

Darx remember there was once, there was a very nice old lady, who probably being bought there as a slave, and she's the one who look after Darx ever since, have told him, that one day, Darx will have a beautiful and wonderful things as real living. And that's call life's. The life is full of wonder and beauty. And it worth to being living. A world is full of wonder. So she told Darx to keep on living, for one day, hope will come. And it will set Darx free. Free from the shackles and cages. And that Darx will be able to live a human.

Darx remember those word's very well. So ever since, he behaves well, and try to not do anything that can cause him into a trouble that can cause him to died.

He want to live as a human. Free from the shackles. And enjoy being being a human even for once.

Darx lost count how many time he have been sells from one buyer to another buyer. All that he know, that he always being sells because of his special gift and talent.

Darx who by the way didn't have a name, for he live a slave from the beginning of his first came into this world, he just being call by number.

His slave number is 345. That's all he being called.

Like been said. He being sell by one buyer to another buyer for his gift and talent. His talent is that he can manage and do gardening well. He was a green thumb. Every plants, tree, flower, all grow healthy and beautiful. He being considered as a high ranking slave, for his special and amazing talent, even he never being thought to do gardening or planting.

From before the clothes that he always wears since he was just a child only a single piece of rag for a clothes, but never being given privileged for any foods with multiple choice, he being given the privileged to use and access to using luxury stuff or tools.

Life almost becoming better for Darx. Like the old lady that look after him before had said to him. All he have to do is be patient and do what being told without arguing, surely good things will came eventually.

Darx life starting to becoming better, when he being bought by an aristocratic family. A family of Duke, called Duke Samuel.

He bought Darx from the previous buyer who owns a flower shop. And Duke Samuel love the garden that Darx have build, as Darx done the landscape architecture.

Duke Samuel saw Darx talent and buy Darx from that shop owner who likely only using Darx for its own profit, without allowing Darx to extend his full capabilities in his talent. So Duke Samuel bought Darx for Darx can able to access to his talent to full capabilities instead.

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