Get Your Free Goodie Box here

The Judges Chronicles: The Fairytale Slave (Book 6) by Terdell Lee Johnson - HTML preview

PLEASE NOTE: This is an HTML preview only and some elements such as links or page numbers may be incorrect.
Download the book in PDF, ePub, Kindle for a complete version.

Chapter 1: Wickedness Working

With the generations of judges that have passed, a new generation had come: one of

them was Caleb, the judge of instruction, was the nation’s new leader in all things holy,

right and true. The borzoi hound of the rightful age of forty, was frequently found

carrying a copy of the holy writ under his arm (just for show); ready at all times to

expound some great encouragement to anyone who salute him throughout the day. He

was very much liked and dared not to hinder his popularity. The Shavronites, although

aware of their history, were not overly inclined to hear about “ obeying God’s”

commands, repenting (if they knew what it was), or other things dealing with the Holy

One. In fact it was beginning to bother them that the any preacher in Shavron would

waste the time to remind them of the “ old ways”.

Caleb agreed with his fellow Shavronites, and made it an official edict to have only the

“encouraging parts” of the Holy Writ spoken openly, and any violation of this, would be

an instant removal from the pulpit and payment of a heavy fee. Needless to say the

edict was unanimously obeyed.

This judge had one relative that he had legal been given to him due to honoring a will of

his late brother. The arrangement, although an act of honor, was not welcomed by

Caleb himself, but he had given his word to adopt his niece Esta if anything has

happened to her parents.

Her history of her abandonment is far beyond this story and will be left out, but in short

her parents had died in light of their service to God. Esta was very young when this

happened, and could not remember them. She only knew of her Uncle Caleb, who did

his best to care for her from the age of two. Esta never believed he truly loved her. She

was a mixed breed (or mutt) and Caleb, although not outrightly belittling her, he never

praised her for doing good, or read her a bedtime story, nor did he buy any toys for her

to play with. She was extra baggage or an obligation thrown on him by Shavronite

society; and Esta felt it deeply by the way Caleb treated her. However, she was given

food, and nice bed to sleep on, and was sent to school to learn. Caleb would always

remind her to do well because,

“At sixteen you are to leave and make your own way into the world. There are plenty of apprenticeships in Shavron. It will be better for the both of us when that happens.”

Although she had no toys to play with, she did find one thing to do. Whenever her uncle

was out or sleep, she would always read the Holy Writ that he carried under his arm. In

a way it intrigued her, and wanted to know what was in it. At first, she was unable to

even understand the verbiage; it was as she said to herself, a bunch of gobbledygook.

However she wanted to know what was in that big book, and in a childlike way asked

God to help her. One day, she came upon a story of Glory. She read the four accounts

that told of his birth, life, death, coming to life again, and his soon return. For Esta it was an amazing tale, that she believed deeply; and just for fun, she memorized every detail

with such skill that she could tell anyone without even thinking about it.

As the days passed, Caleb thought it would be good to get some fresh spring air at the

park. Usually, Esta was left behind to tend to the chores, but today she was met with a

pleasant surprise.

“Get dressed Esta. Let’s head to the park!”

With in seconds she was standing before Caleb with a big smile on her face.

“I’m ready!” she said clapping her hands.

“Aren’t you bright and cheerful,” her uncle said

“I bet its bright at the park too.” she said grinning. “With games, and rides, and food,

and...”

“Let’s get a move on.”

As they traveled to the park, a horse drawn carriage came up beside them. Esta noticed

the elegance of the cart, and the horse pulling it was groomed with such gaudiness that

Esta thought royalty was on the road, and in fact, it was. The door swung open and out

from within the carriage appeared a impressive asiatc black bear, intimating for them to

get on board. Sheepishly, Caleb (with Esta following behind) did so, and after instructing

the horse to proceed they were on their way.

“Good morning Ursus,” said Caleb, “How are you today?”

“I’m doing fine my dear judge,” said the bear in a deep baritone voice, “I’m am glad I

was able to catch up to you. And who is this young one?

“My niece, Esta. Say hello, Esta.”

Esta wave. Ursus lowered his head to acknowledge her.

“So where are you two headed?”

“The park!” replied Esta excitedly, “Uncle Caleb usually doesn’t take me. I’m always doing chores and such.

“Esta, please---too much information.”

“The park!” said Ursus smiling, “I was headed there myself. In fact your uncle and I are

going to talk about a lot things at the park.”

Instantly Caleb, glared at the orange and blue crest hanging comfortable around

Ursus’s neck.

“Really?” said Esta, “Like what?”

“That’s enough, Esta,” said Caleb nervously breaking into the conversation. “Just be

quiet now. Ursus, a little mercy until we arrive.”

The bear gave a clever smile and taking his hand he made “zip-like” motion across his

lips.

Gideon's Gallery, the park named after the famous judge of battle, was the usually

attraction for most of the city. Jugglers, and musicians lined the walkways to entertain to

receive profit from any patron in their sights. There were merchants selling farm goods,

and cooking fine meals. Children ran together with kites or played tag on the wide

grassy plains. A Penny-Farthing (A bicycle with one large wheel and a smaller one)

passed near them, and Esta giggled at the silly sight.

Another attraction was gradually gaining popularity: steam power. With this popularity,

every serious and half witted inventor did their best to take advantage of this new form

of energy. There were steam carts, steam engines, and steam instruments. So it wasn’t

a surprise that Esta insisted that she ride the “steam merry go round”

“Please, please, please, please,” Esta said tugging on her uncle’s arm.

“Esta, it cost ten dollars for one ride, its too expensive.”

“You’re the judge of instruction,” she said rolling her eyes, “I know you have money.”

Caleb gave his niece a stern look, however, the protruding lip, big puppy dog eyes, and

incessant whimpering made him yield.

As he was watching Esta on the ride, Ursus addressed him.

“You’ve done well, Caleb. The council is very proud of you. We were beginning to

worry.”

“I gave Shavron what it wants.” Caleb said looking around. “What more do they want?”

Ursus put his large heavy hand on Caleb shoulder, the hound seemed to buckle under

the weight.

“To make me High Judge and to support the Child Trade,” he whispered, “your support is desired or should I say demanded.”

“No.” the judge said with little confidence, “The judge of battle and commerce may have

succumbed to that, but I’m not a monster like they are. Just because you have two

crests around your neck, doesn’t mean you get to boss me around.”

“Whoa whoa! Don’t get all high and mighty now,” said Ursus, “You became a monster

the day you stopped preaching truthfully. I may not be a believer, but I’m not ignorant of

what that old book says. Besides,---”

The conversation was interrupted by Esta, whose merry-go-round time had ended.

“Can I go again, Uncle, please, please, please!”

Ursus pulled out a large money note and handed it to Esta.

“As many times as you want.”

“Thank you, sir.” she said running off.

Ursus turned his sights back on Caleb.

“The Shavronites are beginning to be doubt your loyalty. You could lose everything by

the end of the week: your money, your title,......your life.”

Caleb gave Ursus a frightful stare.

“That’s right. You know Shavronites are prone to dispose of its leaders in violent ways.

All it takes is a little nudge. Do you really want to hang from a rope?”

Caleb brought his trembling hand to his neck.

“Alright. I’ll sign any document you want.”

“I don’t need you to sign anything.” said Ursus, “We’ll have an official ceremony and I

need you to sell something.”

“Sell something? Sell what?”

Ursus’s eyes darted over to the merry-go-round. Caleb eyes followed.

“You said many a time in the council meetings that she was a thorn in your side.” said

Ursus, “You resent her because she’s a half breed and you know it. Giving her up to the

Child Trade will show the Shavronites that you’re serious. Once you do, Shavron will

become the richest nation in the world, the money that will pour in will be beyond belief--

and you’ll be praised for it. I will make all the arrangements. Remember Caleb, you can’t

fight the world. It’s either you or her. Make a decision.”

Chapter 2: The Elephant with the Yellow Balloon

It was time for recess. The students were let out into the open yard to play games and

to enjoy some relief from the ardent studies placed upon them. Tag, jump rope, and

hide and go seek, were just a few of the games that gave the children some means of

relief from the drudgery of learning new subjects. Esta quickly joined her usual group of

friends to play her favorite game of hide and go seek. No one was able to beat her and

the youngster relished in fact that she was undefeated. The game went on as usual, but

unaware to the children, were higher stakes at hand than just bragging rights.

Watching from a distance were two kidnappers watching closely at the children,

positioning themselves far away from the open yard, but still in sight of their target. The

first was a male cheetah( of whom you’ve meet before), who carried himself in such a

charismatic mood that his nickname was "Slick" although he preferred not to called

anything at all expect by his true name: King.

King's sleazy demeanor stayed with him like a bad rash. He had a sleazy smile, a

sleazy look, and if sleaze needed a representative, King would win the vote. With his

name, the cheetah considered himself a patriarch within his repulsive occupation. King

was a trapper (slang for kidnapper) who stole and sold children to work in factories,

fields, and other places to deplorable to even mention.

The cheetah sat patiently as any predator would, watching the children playing, and

taking note of their movements. He finally spotted and knowing his orders, he turned to

his partner in crime with a slight smile.

“That one right there," he said pointing at Esta, “Ursus wants this done quickly. I’ll make about two grand on her. She do well for a house slave or saloon waitress.”

His helper was a veteran to this type of work as well, although quite young in age. Since

she was a year old, Pogisa moved from house to house, factory to factory, and

sometimes country to country as she was bided out as a worker to the highest buyer.

She was a child slave and had faired much better than some of her peers by learning

how to survive and thrive in the vile industry she was sold into. She was a beautiful,

smart young elephant with an addled soul. The lying, cheating, and treachery gradually

corrupted her, and she was just as sleazy as King.

Now at the tender age of three, she was smart as any adult, if not smarter (for elephants

are quiet intelligent) and had gained some notoriety at her trade, although cautious as

not to overstep her bounds in front of her superiors; and when she did, a few lashes

reminded her of her place. Those marks were covered by a dingy ,decorative drape she

wore over her back to hid her punishments. She held in her trunk a yellow ballon.

"You know what to do," said King to Pogisa. "Make friendly with her, use the balloon, and get her near me. I'll handle the rest. Now, move!"

With the nod of her head, Pogisa went in pursuit.

It was the third round of the game as Esta hid behind a tree. Posiga slowly trotted up to her and said:

"Hello."

Esta turned in freight, but her fear quickly disappeared whey she saw the young

elephant with the balloon in her trunk.

"Who are you?" asked Esta.

"Sorry for scaring you. I'm Pogisa--I'm new here--its my first day of school." Pogisa started prance in place excitedly, "Ooh! Hide and Seek, its my favorite!"

"Shhhh!" went Esta as quietly as she could, "You'll give my position away. I'm the champion and I'm not about to lose today."

Pogisa moved closer to her.

"Good spot to hide, they'll never find you here." she said softly.

"Its the best hiding spot in school."

"Wow, I'll remember that, what your name?"

"Esta," she said and then took note of the balloon, "Nice, where did you get it from."

"There's a cat giving them away. He has a bunch of them!" Pogisa said spinning in a

circle, "Red, blue, pink, and green! He has ones that have pictures on them too! You

want one its not that far--oh, wait-- what about your game?"

Now Esta knew better as not to leave the school grounds, and better yet, she knew

better not to trust strangers, but Pogisa had quickly earned her trust and besides, Esta

was tempted to get one of those pretty balloons.

"Half the time I'm bored anyway," said Esta, "We'll be back before the schoolmaster calls us."

"Perfect, come on! I'll show you the way."

So off they went talking and laughing as if they known each other for years. The young

elephant frequently looked behind to ensure that no one one would hear or see them.

When the open yard was out of sight, Pogisa suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" said Esta

"Oh, I forgot," said Pogisa sighing, "There weren't many balloons left when the cat gave me this one. They are probably all gone by now. Hey, you can have mine if you want?"

Posiga present Esta with the balloon.

"Well, I--I"

"I insist." said the elephant extending her trunk further , "You're my new friend. Besides, every champion deserves a trophy."

Esta reluctantly took the balloon. Instantly, Pogisa wrapped her trunk around Esta's forearm. At first she thought it was a sentimental act, until the elephant's grip tightened.

Esta winced in pain as she pulled to break the elephant's hold.

"OUCH!" she screamed, "STOP IT!"

"I'm your friend," said Pogisa coldly, "Don't you trust me?"

Pogisa's eyes drew upward to a figure behind Esta. The elephant's grip loosened. Esta

pulled back, bumping into King.

"Hello, little missy!" said the cheetah.

Instantly, a cloth of chloroform came over Esta's face. She swooned and passed out

into the arms of the cheetah. King tucked her under his shoulder and disappeared into

the neighboring brush with Pogisa trotting right behind him. With the new cargo in hand,

King quickly made his way through the back woods.

“Wait up,” Pogisa said running as fast as she could. “You know I’m not as fast as you

are.”

King continued to run through the wood until he arrived at a horse drawn wagon. Esta

was placed inside and covered with a tarp. Pogisa final caught up, and was nearly out

of breath when she arrived.

“Let’s go, slowpoke!” said King growling at her, “I told you we needed to be fast.”

“Ok. ok,” said the young elephant getting into the cart.

King gave a few orders to the horse and the wagon traveled briskly down the beaten

road.

“King, why did you grab her anyway?” said Pogisa lifting up the tarp, “She’s not much to

look at.”

King gave Pogisa askance, the young elephant quickly turned her gaze away.

“Don’t worry about why I took her.”

“It’s pretty bad when you uncle turns on you.””

“So!” said King irately. “What do you care?”

“I don’t, just saying that’s all.”

“Well stop saying anything,” was the cheetah’s sharp reply. “Be quiet and keep any eye

on the new merchandise.”

When school was over Caleb followed his usual routine of meeting Esta at the front steps of the school, but to his surprise he saw the headmaster and three teachers

standing nervously in the place of Esta. Caleb’s first thought was that she had gotten

into trouble. The judge was already formulating a plan of punishment as he addressed

the faculty.

“What did she do? Talking during class. Running in the halls.”

“I wish she did do something.” said the headmaster barely able to form his words, “Esta

is.......She has been.....We believe her to be.......”

“What,” replied Caleb beginning to worry, “What’s happened to her!?”

“We can’t find her,” said the first teacher, “She’s not in the school or around the school

grounds. She may be lost or......”

In the back of Caleb’s mind he knew that Ursus was behind it all. The bear has followed

through with the plan. As not to divulge the arrangement he made with the bear, Caleb

told the faculty not be alarmed and that a public announcement would be made. The

following day Ursus with the council held a an open meeting in the public square. Caleb

explained his support for the Child Trade, and also relinquished his position as judge of

instruction. The green crest was given to Ursus, thereby making him, the first High

Judge in Shavron. There was round of applause and then Ursus took center stage.

It would take pages to explain every lie that came from the bear’s mouth, but by the end

of the speech he had the entire crowd believing that Esta had been a heavy burden to

Caleb and that the Child Trade would help youngster to be productive.Strangely the

sunny day, quickly became cloudy and a drench of rain sent the crowd away. Caleb

decided to do the same, but the new High Judge called him.

“Hold on,” Ursus said, waving him back, “I have something for you.”

Caleb came over and was handed a check for five hundred dollars.

“Its for your niece. You won’t have to worry about her any longer. Use the money as you

please.”

Sheepishly, the hound placed the check in his jacket pocket; and without another word,

he proceed home through the downpour.