Teen! Alastor

It was 1832. You arrived at the slave auction with your family. You sat in a chair, watching as some people bought slaves and others waited for better offers. Your parents left you unattended, distracted by conversations with other important people.

Your eyes fell on a boy who looked about your age, bound in chains, his arms covered in scars, and perhaps even more beneath his shirt. He stood before a woman, shielding her as if to prevent her from being taken away. She was probably his mother, as you could see the resemblance between them. You felt sorry for them, knowing they would likely be separated. When someone offered $100 for the boy's mother, you quickly stood up and made another offer.

"I'm offering $200 for the boy and his mother!"

"I'm offering $300." The man looked at you rudely, as if you were thwarting his plans.

"I'll give you $400." You said, looking defiantly at the man.

"Miss Moonlight, would you allow me to acquire the woman?" the man asked with feigned politeness.

"Oh, sure, no problem." You said sarcastically. "I'll offer 500 dollars."

Everyone in the room was surprised, since back then, that was a lot of money. You didn't really care, though; your parents had much more money, they probably wouldn't mind if you spent a little.

Alastor looked at you, confused and distrustful, as if he couldn't believe what you had done. You had bought him and his mother. He growled when you yanked on his chains to pull him down from the stage floor where he and his mother stood, taking them with you. He stayed in front of his mother the whole time, wanting to protect her even though he wasn't very strong and was weak from the poor diet he received.