Morning came. The sun was a reddish orange and the sky was masked in soot. Welcome to a sharmon plantation.
A bit of biology (I know very less myself) , sharmon plantation is where sharmon plants grew. Known for their magical properties including sense enhancement, super strength and healing depending on variety and the conditions. Most of them are poisonous. I mean, those plants grown in ash, ashes of animals shipped from Luthel planet. That's not important but still they seem so hostile. And because of their cultivation The Sharmonite kingodm is rid of forest any greenery and is almost always covered in soot or ashes. Even the rains do are filled with filth.
I sigh as I walk to work. My fellow demons they also trudge behind and in front of me. Those long lines of tired yellow star miscreants. Some of them are green starred, they are the most exploited and tortured.
I walk into my sub-plantation. The Master of each sub-plantation wears all the protective gear to escape the sharmon plants poisonous effects. The slaves(that's me) just wear simple shirts, trousers and they are torn and worn.
I start working plucking of each mature sharmon plant, separating its leaves, stem and roots. The leaves are red, the stem is black and the roots are white. Yeah, it is not the most beautiful house plant. But 30 pickets(=30grams) of Sharmon leaf powder can make you a 100 times stronger than you already are.. For a short time of course. But still very strong.
They are no doubt very valuable. In some war planets like Natouri, 500 pickets can earn you 30000 saúve enough to make you live a comfortable life till you die. So smuggling the Sharmon plants is a big problem faced by the government. That is why when anyone enters and exit a plantation they check you using a metal (Sharmonium) very useless except in detecting traces of Sharmon plant chemicals. I remember many of the demons dying because they found traces of Sharmon chemicals in their hands or legs. Maybe they hadn't properly handled the leaves. They were still imprisoned and beheaded.
No exceptions especially in the case of slaves.
I worked counting how many plants I had collected. 4000 so far. Keep going that is the only thing you can do. I told myself.
I was the oldest in the sub- plantation. But there was some people who I suspected where older than me. Like Maria. Yes she was my crush for a long time. She still is. She works in the next aub-plantation and I see her everyday. Sometimes I even have short conversations with her (adrenaline rush!!)
All this while, I was blushing, talking to myself and I don't know how ridiculous my face looked like. But the Master came near me and he lifted his whip. And Wham!
I was hurt and I was bleeding. He though I was being suspicious. But I wasn't. I got angry and I didn't not know what happened.
The other workers stopped and looked at me. I wondered what they were thinking. But they kept gazing at me in horror. They usually didn't care And I looked at my wound. It was gone. But someone else was choking. The Master.
The high ranked blue star demon was slain, his throat slit and bleeding profusely.
I got up and sanity entered my mind. It drove me out of the plantations and I ran to my lodge, silhouetted inches moonlight.