I was woken by they rays if the sun shining bright in my face signaling a new day Of torture. Getting up from my makeshift bed covered in dirt and dust from yesterday I make my way out my shack to get some food if you can even call it that. It was left over meat scraps with a unknown gray sloop, it barely gave you energy to work in the mines but just enough so you can walk and work.
As the rows of slaves reached the entrance of the mine Binbaşi Mohammed came in to view with several Kol Aghassi behind him with a stern gaze he ask the soldier a question and he point in my direction. This put me on high alert wondering what did I do to catch his attention. As this was happening two guards came I took me from the group and presented in front of him. After a few seconds he starts talking "you should be thanking Allah for blessing you with this opportunity as of today you will no longer be working in the mines, the Sultan has issued that you will be placed in the army." As he finnished talking it was like the world halted to a stop. "The army the same army that had a high mortality rate for kids my age fuck." I thought knowing that they essentially signed my death.
Noticing my shock Binbaşi Mohammed told the Kol Aghassi to take me to the barracks. This pulls me out my shock as i was roughly pushed urging me to walk. While looking around I can see multiple slaves giving me looks of pity knowing I would survive long.
Some time has passed and we arrived at the barracks I could see multiple soldiers sharing there sword, laughing, or sparing with eachother. Then we arrived at a large tent one of the soldiers went inside and came back with a large beard did man wearing the armor of a janissarie with a golden hilt kilij
I recognized this man ass Yusuf Şahin a accomplished warrior that fought in the Siege of Trebizond having killed more than a 100 men being a important factor of the battle. The stoic faces man looked me up and down analyzing my figure or what's left of it."As of today you will be training with the cadets of your age group form dawn till night." Finished talking he turn around be for saying "welcome to hell and my Allah help you on your path cause your gonna need it."
Saying his part he returned to his tent. The guards guiding me to my new home for the foreseeable future cementing the beginning of my personal hell
For the next three years I went threw grueling training. I was thought everything from archery, swordsmanship, hand to hand combat, reconnaissance and something i came to admire spearmanship. My body sacred from the pain resistance training, my mind honed in battle tactics. As the years went my emotions numbed.
By the age of 18 I was sent to participate in the battle to conquer the Morea, Negroponte and Albania from Venetians. The war lated eight years and we came out victories while I climbed up the ranks from a Kol Aghassi to Mirliva. I've killed more men than I can count my name became know though out the empire as Nrvnqsr Trotman The devils right hand. A testament to choices I took from the empires victory, countless man decapitated, gutted like a fish with my spear, impaled with long stakes on enemy lines to instill fear into them.
At the age of 25 I amassed enough wealth to buy my freedom and build a house on the country of a village near Wallachia home to one of the empires best soldier King Vlad III or as his enemies know him Vlad The Impaler.
I've been living near the village for six months now. There I meet a couple farmers and learned under them collecting the necessary knowledge to grow my own food, breed and sell cattle to make a profit. Everything was peaceful that was until news of Vlad's acts of treason against the Sultan. He went against the treaty to supply 1000 children for the Sultans army by not sending his own son. He murdered the Sultan's adviser and his party effectively putting a target on Wallachia. There was tension through out the land everyone was on edge wondering when cannon fire would start raining down from the sky, I was a cold war just waiting to escalate.
After weeks of not a single battalion everyone returned to their daily life.
Months has and my farm was coming along nicely, plus the profit from selling cattle was slowly growing in a small mountain. I felt at peace finally being able to make a grave for my parents that took alot of emotional baggage. I would go to visit them and talk away my problems it felt good to be able to speak them out. Coming on top the hill I saw two graves with the names of Meredith Trotman and Abet Trotman. Kneeling down and changing the old flowers, I took a deep breath."mother, father I'm getting better with managing the waste from the crops it took me forever." Smiling a bit before I continued "today 8th year since that day every night it haunts me, the images of your faces they way I felt weak, powerless. I sometimes wish I was strong like I am right now to be able to save you." Calming myself down I thought about how I hated how powerless I was watching and not being able to do anything."but now that life is behind me I'm finally free to live my life how I want and no one will change that I promise." Saying goodbye I left the hill returning home wondering what tomorrow will await me.
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