The vast steppes stretched endlessly, a sea of green and gold swaying under the watchful eyes of the sun. In the midst of this vastness, Inka, the albino son of a prosperous nomad, moved with a grace that belied his silent nature. His pale skin and hair stood out starkly against the backdrop of the grazing herd, a silent shepherd tending to his charges with a gentle touch.
As he finished his morning rounds, Inka's thoughts drifted to his older brother, out on the pasture. He saddled up his horse, Swallow, with the ease of long practice, and prepared to bring his brother lunch. The familiar ritual brought a sense of peace, a stark contrast to the tumultuous thoughts swirling within him about his unique place in his family.
The ride was serene, the landscape unfolding before him like a living tapestry. Yet, as Inka crested a hill, his peace was shattered by the sight of riders on the horizon. Their approach was rapid, their intent unclear, and Inka's sense of unease grew with every thundering hoofbeat.
Before he could react, he was surrounded. Strong hands yanked him from Swallow's back, and in a heartbeat, Inka found himself bound and gagged, his heart pounding with fear and confusion. The leader of the group, a young man named Error, issued a command with a voice as cold as the northern winds.
"Take her to the camp," Error ordered, his gaze lingering on Inka's delicate features, mistaking him for a girl.
As they rode, the raiders conversed among themselves, their crude jokes about their prize cutting through the air like knives. Inka's mind raced, thoughts of his family, his beloved eagle, and his horses left behind gnawing at his heart.
They arrived at a secluded camp, and Inka was taken into a tent, still bound. The fabric walls closed around him, trapping him in a world of shadows and uncertainty. Moments later, Error entered, his presence filling the space with a palpable tension.
Upon closer inspection, Error realized his mistake. Yet, his interest in Inka did not wane. Instead, it seemed to intensify, a predator's gaze fixed on its prey.
Inka, now ungagged, seized the opportunity to speak. "Well, aren't you the observant one? Snatching the wrong person and all," he said, his voice dripping with defiance and sarcasm. "Now, how about you untie me and send me back to my family?"
Error's lips curled into a smirk. "You're quite bold for someone in your position," he remarked, his eyes never leaving Inka's face. "But I think I'll keep you. There's something... beautiful about you, regardless of your gender."
Inka's eyes flashed with anger. "Beautiful? More like a thorn in your side," he retorted, his tone sharp. "You think you can just take me and keep me like some trophy? You're delusional, Error."
The leader's interest only grew. "Delusional? Perhaps. But you intrigue me, Inka. And I always get what I want," Error said, his voice a dangerous whisper.
Inka's defiance did not waver. "Well, you can want all you like, but you'll never have my submission," he shot back, his voice steady despite the fear coursing through him. "So, what's it going to be? Keep me here and deal with my endless insults, or send me back home and be done with it?"
Error's cold stare bore into Inka, a silent promise of the trials to come. "We'll see about that," he said finally, his voice a chilling promise. "We'll see."
As the chapter closed, Inka's heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination, knowing that his refusal to submit would be the beginning of a long and arduous journey.
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