Thread: Island of False Hopes (Dream and Findarato)

The last two months had been a nightmare for Oliver. He had inherited his father's business of shoe-making, making little profit as he was heavily taxed by his kingdom. In despair and realizing he would never amount to anything, he forsook his business and entered a tournament. The winner of this tournament was promised to have a free, carefree life on an unheard of island. Having a natural ability as an athlete, Oliver was able to come out on top in the obstacle course and win it all. He left immediately the next day on a ship. There were many other people on the ship and Oliver wondered why, and after asking around he had learned they were various winners of other tournaments in different lands. This was hardly reassuringly as it led him to suspect that there was only to be another tournament to see the winner of the winners, however the crew of the ship assured him that it was not so- they would be apart of the island together. Oliver had his doubts, but they were removed quickly when the passengers started to discuss what they would do on this island, most of the males eying up the female winners and considering to take them as their wives. The weather around them started to get colder and colder, and Oliver's doubts returned. There was no possible way that this island would be any enjoyable if it was this cold. The crew reassured the passengers once again saying that it was a seasonal thing, and they kept their silence. Oliver remained doubtful, and when they arrived on the pitiful island, he realized it was not a paradise but a prison. There was a half erected fortress with numerous humans working on constructing it. Before Oliver could even consider the possibilities of escape, he found himself being pushed off the boat onto the dock, only to be manhandled by a man supremely larger than him and stripped of his clothes as well as the other 'winners' he was with. Just as he thought his life was going to get better, it turned out significantly worse than his life as a shoe-maker. He suddenly found himself as a slave of constructing this fortress and none of the slaves he knew had no idea why it was being built. He found himself working on digging to create a moat in front of the walls of the fortress, unable to realize why as the fortress already had the biggest moat of all surrounding it- an entire ocean. It only added to his anger and despair. He had lost the will to live and seemed to survive day by day barely with an empty stomach constantly. He had been a joyful, blonde hair and blue eyed young man when he had got on the island, and two months later he found himself with an unshaven face to help with the cold, his blue eyes losing their tone of life and appearing dead and empty. He was a tall man, nearly six feet in size but his lust for light fading, he constantly stooped to appear shorter than he was in attempt to not gather guard's attention. He had been strong, healthy before - now he was just a fragment of his former self, the hunger had made him more frail than before and while he built new muscles from his heavy labor, his body constantly ate at them from the lack of food. For the first time in two months, he saw a new boat coming to the dock. Hope they know what's coming to them, he muttered to a fellow slave who did not respond, standing up straight and resting his hands on his shovel with his chin plopping down on top of them. His small break was short lived as a guard immediately noticed him ceasing to work- Oliver was rewarded with a sharp whip across his back that made him cry out before he started to dig once more into the seemingly rock hard earth.