Capítulo 2: Willdeen, Raymond Willdeen .

I did it. I escaped. It cost me the life of my only friends and a man I considered a brother, but I escaped. Even if I died here, it would have been worth it. At the very least, I showed the gods I would not die a slave. As much as I would want to joke about it, the thought of death was heavy on my shoulders like a cloak that weighed the entire world. I couldn't shake off these thoughts as I looked down at my stomach, finding myself bleeding. As much as I hated myself for giving up, I knew that I did all I could. I just regret not telling anyone my story. When a boy becomes an Unsullied, the first thing the Good Masters take is your name, then they take your cock so you can never be what you were or what you could be. As I walked into the forest and away from the men who were undoubtedly chasing me, slaves like myself, but unlike me, they broke. Some were even shattered. They now serve those who chain them, but I wasn't like them. I broke free. Even if I was to die today, I would die satisfied. I reached a clearing in the forest and waited to take a breath and savor it, for my breaths were numbered. The only thing I regret in this life is that I didn't kill the master's son as well. If I did, I wouldn't have had a group of guards chasing me! As I started reminiscing about my life and my family before I was taken and chained, I heard the scariest thing in my life. It sounded like thunder, as if it was hit a thousand times in just a moment. It went on for an eternity, yet it was as short as a breath. What came after was silence, and what came after the silence was a yell of victory. I could hear, as clearly as I could hear my own heart beating like a drum in my chest, a man's voice saying, "Fuck you, fuck you, Westeros! You thought you could kill me like that. Fuck you, Bloodraven! I swear to God, I'm going to find you and I am going to rip you a new one!" I didn't know who this Bloodraven was, but did this man think he was in Westeros? I had been a slave most of my life, and even I knew we were in Essos. As I saw him, I was shocked, for in his hands was a golden ball of light that kept shifting into strange devices I had never seen, only to finally settle on a dagger. Did this man intend to kill me as well? He looked at me, his eyes meeting mine. His face was surprised. Men who could not calm themselves in battle were the first to die. Any other day, I would have beaten this man easily. The slavers take away everything, but they give us blood and how to take it. Quite useful if it wasn't for their own selfishness, but I was injured, and I doubt I could kill a kitten in this state. I could barely stand. Gathering my courage, I spoke. "If you're going to kill me, stranger, do it fast, or don't do it at all, for I have no time left in this world," I stated, pointing to my injury. The strange man, who I realized was wearing clothes stranger than anything the fat Good Masters have ever worn, looked at me cautiously. Only then did that caution turn to what I could tell was resolve, for what I did not know. "You look like you could use some help. The name's Willdean, Raymond Willdean," the man said .