《The Caves of UWU》 Plebs Life A lithe man, nearing his 30''s, entered the damp entrance of a cave, wearing a heavy darkened garment the uniform of a Zabbaleen. A gentle breeze wafted by as he took each step. His boots echoing as his feet began contact with a metal room gently misty. His long shadow gazed deeply into this strange metal room filled with large smooth barrels twice the size of a man. This room was called a Cryogenics Chamber by Shalla Lord of Scraptown. "Hmm seems like today it is finally safe to take these to Lord Shalla, and exchange these ancient relics for chits." The Zabbaleen named Khalif moved his gloved hands to carry the tank over his shoulder carrying it out into the sunlight. For Millennia sealed underneath the sands now glistening in splendor. To his left and right were a number of other scavengers tinkering with more barrels trying to understand them, or how to repurpose them. As the Zabbaleen pondered his next steps, The seamless barrel suddenly opened a frothy mist picked up by the wind as before him lay a maiden. A frozen maiden who began to stir this was a rare find which would bring good fortune for the day. Her brown hair gently moved in the wind, as her closed eyes began to stir. Murmurs passed along from the other Zabbaleens in the excavation site.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. "What luck, an Ancient, her skin is fair like those Northerners from the Kingdoms of Man." Khalif proceeded to shed the maiden''s odd garments replacing them with a ragged cloak. Spending a moment to check the odd material in his hands. Smooth as glass on the surface, yet soft as velvet on the inside. A good find indeed. The maiden began to murmur. Bringing Khallif back to his senses. Collecting himself he began to lead the woman to Lord Shalla, to turn her in for his reward. -Where am I? A desert? Mhmm... 10 minutes later, Lord Shalla arrived to the Town Center, paid Khalif 60 chits, enough for a month, then bid him away, turning to his new guest. "Welcome fair maiden, to Scraptown" Why am I in a desert? A light shone in, as the darkness parted. The pod surrounding me fell apart. Letting in the dry blistering wind contact my skin. "Where am I? A desert?..." Suddenly I felt the clothes on my body slipping off! What the fuck! "Mhmm..." Luckily enough the man in front of me dressed me in some rags just as quickly as he stripped me. I was shook. What kind of backwards world is this? This man began leading me away, my feet feeling the course gravel underneath my feet. I took a good look at the man in front of me. He wore a black hood. The surface of the material is a rough fibrous rubber like material. His gloved hand felt like latex. on his waist was what appeared to be a revolver of sorts. We passed by the streets, flanked on both sides by desert style abodes. Built out of yellow beads the size of marbles. The boxy shapes of various buildings passed as we came towards. Few people were roaming the streets as expected in the middle of the desert. We finally arrived at the center of the town. I suppose this is where my life as a slave begins... A plump man wearing a beige cloth robe, and turban came by paying my handler in some plastic coins stamped with a gem in the middle. As the armed man in black walked away the plump man spoke. "Welcome fair maiden, to Scraptown, I understand that things are not what you might have expected, please sit, you are in good hands. I am Shalla, Merchant of the Great Sultan UWU." I took a seat on a cushion, as some servants came by to furnish the table before me and the man. Wait did he fucking say UWU? Actually what the fuck Who am I? Where am I? "Uh err nice place you got here Shalla. How can I help you?" "Glad you asked" Over the course of the conversation this Shalla fellow talked about some grand oasis city, some people who dug themselves to the surface, calling it Sultanate City, and over the past decades have been going around looking at old maps to dig out the ruins, and recycle their findings and the like. The conversation went on for a few hours and I didn''t remember any of the particular details about the trade routes or special foods or names of important folk. And more or less he wanted to know if I knew of these so-called Ancients. I told him nope. He asked some questions about differential equations, chemical reagents for shit like Sulfonamide, or RDX.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. As expected I told him what I knew he nodded his head twice, and gave me some new clothes, food, and two chits. offering to let me stay in town do some work as my memories come back. Overall he was a pretty decent guy. Stretching my arms in the fading sun I wondered what I should do. And I took note of the things I had on myself. Considering my life options. "Got a loaf of bread, and no idea what I can buy, everything goes back to Shalla these chits are basically mining scripts. Working in the Dungeons of OWO, basically a big underground skyscraper would be a solid way to make money, but there''s no point. It all goes back to Shalla. I guess I''ll have to figure things out as I go. Staying here is no different than waiting for Shalla. " I climbed onto the roof of an abode and simply watched the setting sun and people walking to and fro. Waving at some of the townsfolk who took notice. Soon night came, and the desert sprang into life. Flies, snakes, birds, and other critters began to fester in the town. I took off the turban and tore a strip off. braiding the strands until I had a decent rope. the center with a catch the size of the palm of my hand, I placed a chunk of several fused marbles together there then I tossed out a few crumbs. Watching as some birds began to land feeding on the scattered bread. And I spun the rope into the air round and round. [Loosed] *Thunk* An explosion of feathers plumed into the air as my sling hit a bird. It wasn''t exactly my first try but no one needs to know that. Picking up the twitching bird, I snapped its neck as it''s dim witted friends flew off into the night, and I picked up the remaining crumbs, and feathers. In fact I continued to defeather the bird, tying remnants of my turban with the feathers as a cheap sewing needle to form a sack for the other feathers, and bird. With care I also collected some fragments of abode foundation as stones. "This is going to be another boring night isn''t it" Throughout the night I eventually managed to find one of the Zabbleens who did me a "favor" by cooking the bird and splitting it with me half and half. He was really excited to meet a so-called ancient being of the old days. And wanted to know what life was like. I spun a story about how the roads were once paved with asphalt, vehicles using gas would propel themselves forward, and people would go to stores to buy food lined across the shelves. Doing all sorts of jobs from singing to dancing to earn a living. A small crowd came by to listen to these fabricated stories. And in turn the people told me of the actual locations in the region, the various towns, and such. Decent people actually. As the night wore on, I was offered a place to stay by the man who woke me. I declined. But watched to see where he went off to as I climbed onto the roof of another abode. And I filled a sack I had just stolen with stones. The Snake and the Trash I snuck into his home then sat down staring at the sack of stones in my hand. Contemplating what life would be like if I bashed his skull in. I decided that I really didn''t understand enough about how society functioned to re-integrate myself after committing a crime. [Insert Scene of Dimming Light] Suddenly, I felt my heart flutter in my chest causing myself to trip over the floor the stones rattling as they fell from my hands. Unfortunately, for me Khalif was a quick draw and he promptly fired two rounds from his revolver biting into my hip and shoulder. Biting my lip as blood slowly dripped out of my two wounds I lay on the sandy floor. Khalif now wide awake, placed his hands on his head as he cried in despair. I promptly told him to shut up and take out the alcohol along with some rags for bandages. How did I know he had alcohol? Regardless of the reasons, he did as I told, my wounds stinging as he patched me up. Oddly enough it seemed as though his gun was utter shit and failed to do more than dig barely under the skin. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. He profusely apologized like a Simp. Which is nice sometimes I suppose. "Khalif please don''t apologize, it''s only a scratch, your shots only grazed me, and I should be the one sorry for startling you. But if you insist on making things right then just let me stay with you and work with you then in the Caves. And thus so for now my life and his are intertwined. Also whoever sold him that piece of crap ripped him off. The gunshots eventually roused curious neighbors to check out the situation, where it was passed off as Khalif forgetting that he invited me over, getting startled and reflex shooting grazing me twice. After a few laughs the quiet night returned. What Remains and the Formless "All Creator no! Stupid Stupid! By his great mercy I can still make this right. I invited over the Ancient Maiden, and I violated sacred hospitality nearly killing her Oh Creator. I... I can''t stop shaking." Looking over my shoulder I see her resting recuperating body. Luckily appears to now be healing. It was a good thing she snapped me back to my senses to dress her wounds. "Dear, all Creator I pray for your blessings, and for great healing may your miracles light upon our ignorant souls and lead us to green pastures. Salah." ''earphones...badass...school...'' The young woman rests sleep talking as Khallif ruminates. Soon dawn passes, and his eyes have bags under then. and she awakes. Taking off the bandages and to Khallif''s amazement. The wounds were healed as if they were never there. "It it''s a miracle! Thank the All Creator blessed is his name!" Rolling her eyes ''Told you it was only a few grazes, by the way I still don''t have a name yet'' This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.''Mind doing the honors?'' "Levitica? or Amber hmm, what sounds better to you?" ''Levitica sounds...off Hmm, Alina? Alana?'' "Alina sounds good" ''Alright glad we can agree to a name.'' I blinked twice. As realization hit me that I had just named the most beautiful woman in my life. My face heated up as my emotions welled up. ''Hey Khallif we''ve got work to do! Last one to the Site is a rotten egg! [Emote for Smile]'' The two of us raced towards the Cryogenics chamber, the precious metal excavated would be sent to the capital for processing into more tools. 17 other members of the Zabbleens waved us in with jabs of last night''s events. Calling me Lady Killer in jest as we get to digging under the floors of the deconstructed cryo chamber. Using my crowbar we slowly pried open the flooring. Unfortunately nothing we had on hand could so much as scratch the walls of the room. in fact the entry into the room appeared as though the cryo room was blown ripped from the rest of the structure. Regardless of the details we managed to find entry into a new world. An opening to Scraptown''s Dungeon. From capital city''s instruction we should allow this area to aerate as who knows what noxious fumes have been lingering within and for how many years. Dragging the metal out to Shalla we all parted ways for the night, our payment 2 chits per person. Alina accompanying me every step of the way. My heart fluttering each time I gaze upon her pure beauty.