As time passed, I began hearing rumors of a child's birth, similar to that of my sibling's description of Sol's. I began to wonder if he decided to be born of flesh and blood as he would live among the humans as his self-punishment for his actions against the mortal races. I grew skeptical of this, but as more of the rumors came around, I decided to investigate myself to see if he did make himself human. Boarding a ship for my next voyage, I traveled by ship as a passenger with the crowds that began their pilgrimages or wanted to see for themselves the truth of the matter.
From the vessel that carried me and the mortal others, the wealthier passengers had been fed the fine stock of the food and slept in the comforts of the top deck of the ship. They talked trite and boorishly of the business of coin and jewel, as they wore the most lavish of clothing and the finest jewels as they impressed one another, most of them Lords and Princes. The smallest of the group had the most influence of the land from what I had heard, even having personal audiences with the captain of the ship as I though they not only paid for his salary, but the ship as well.
I called these members of the 'Upper Castes'.
In the Second domain of castes were members of artisans, philosophers, craftsmen, shopkeepers, and other members of the common folk as I passed myself off as a sorcerer. Numerous as they seemed, they did not get as much food as the wealthy, but they would get the bulk of it, as it sated them and kept them fed and docile. I hid myself among these common folk as they were gathered and housed within most of the ship. They consisted the bulk of society and the very glue that held it together, forming the body of it. They mostly kept to themselves and only major dissenters and failures were sunned and cast out and scorned, while the most successful moved up within the upper castes.
I called these, the 'Lower Castes'.
And finally, the very bottom of the ship were crammed with the lowest of low. The untouchables, the cursed, captured enemies of war, criminals, and even the kidnapped. They would be even lucky to be fed with scraps and sour drink, as they were starved, chained, beaten, sold, and used as objects of wrath, lust, and greed. Ironically enough, as if the Lower and Upper Castes were as both body and mind of a mortal, the lowest ones were the very blood that made it function. They had no rights and no will without their master's permission, for resistance or rebellion would mean death, or severe punishment against their bodies. Some had taken to punish their minds, molding wills and desires to accommodate their master's desires. Even if I found it cruel, I preferred not to mettle in their affairs of morality, for I had given them the gift of Choice unless they would directly force my hand.
These were the 'Slave Caste', and it was a cruel fate to be born or forced into it.
Still, it was the responsibility of the mortals to correct such things. Not mine... and I denied that power to my siblings.
I came to the city where supposedly my Sibling had been born of flesh an set out to search for him. If I can find him, then we will discuss whatever he wishes... If he knows that I do not like to reveal my true presence to these beings.