One week later

Before the chapter starts I just want to say that after rereading the previous chapter it's kind of painful how info dumpy it was, again I'm new to writing so I'll try to reduce the amount of info dumping I do, if anyone has any writing tips please feel free to dm me :).

It was about a week later that there was any significant change in the Frontiers. Not that there was any real attention drawn to it, to be honest in any other place it would be so insignificant that it wouldn't warrant a second thought. Of course in the Frontiers, where the most interesting story of the week was often what flavor of gruel they were being served at the mess hall, something like this was big news.

There was a new supervisor.

This was important for two major reasons.

Reason One: Harick Halmonsonn was no longer in charge. Word was he'd been sent out beyond the Frontiers to deal with a problem they'd run into with one of the old ruins. However this was largely overshadowed by reason number two.

Reason Two: The new supervisor was a girl. Specifically a mage from the Royal Mage Corps. For the largely male population of the Frontiers this was possibly the most interesting event that would happen all year. It definitely helped that she was a mage. Any old peasant could pick up a sword and swing it, sure classes made you better at it but fundamentally it was possible. But a mage, to be a mage you needed a class. She represented everything that the men of the Frontiers couldn't be, and this made her all the more alluring. Who didn't want to claim that they had conquered the one person that society believed was fundamentally better than them.

Either way, Roland woke up to the barracks buzzing with gossip and excitement. The new supervisor had arrived late last night and people had only gotten a glimpse of her before she disappeared into the management building. That glimpse was still enough for rumors to spread throughout the workers barracks like wildfire. According to some she was the most beautiful maiden in all the land, with tits like watermelons and an ass that would swallow your hand whole, she had eyes red as blood and she needed to eat human while they were still alive so as to maintain her magic abilities. Roland was fairly sure most of it was garbage, made up to entertain the bored workers, but he couldn't help but be intrigued in this new addition to the workforce.

So Roland rose from bed and after a quick wash up of his face, plodded down to the mess hall to grab breakfast and wait for the announcement that would give them the truth about this mage from the capital. With a grimace he managed to keep down the cold gruel that was served to them every morning, noon and night. "High in all the things a worker needs", that's what they said. Functional, but barely edible, at the end of the day it was another reminder that they were barely considered human, and while slavery had been outlawed in the Kingdom, they were slaves in all but name. Another well of anger rose within him, as had been happening more and more ever since his near **** experience with Halmonsonn. Anger at the injustice, anger at the Kingdom, anger at it all really, but mostly, anger at the fact that he was at the bottom of the pile. With this thought his anger flared up anew, almost as if it the thought alone was enough fuel for his anger to turn into a roaring fire. He **** his anger down and suddenly he was calm again, as if the rage he felt a moment ago had never existed in the first place. No use being mad since there wasn't much he could do about it, but still he was confused about how quickly he had switched from calm to anger to calm again. He turned back to his gruel but doubts still lingered at the back of his mind.

About half an hour before the work bell would sound, Old Man Erick shuffled out onto the raised platform that served as a stage at the far end of the mess hall. A silence immediately fell over the mess hall. Word was Erick had been one of them way back when the Frontiers had been the edge of the Kingdom, that when he'd been taught his letters and numbers he'd found an aptitude with them, and had gained the administrator class. They'd moved him up to being in charge of his old work mates, and he'd quickly moved trough the ranks to becoming in charge of his section of the Frontiers. Over the years he'd slowly raised in rank until he was in charge of the entirety of the classless workforce in the Frontiers. He'd done a lot for the living and working conditions they were afforded here, and for that he had every workers infinite respect.

As a hush descended upon the hall, with people still talking being shushed by their mates, a hooded figure followed Erick up onto the stage. From the persons figure it was clear that it was the new supervisor, with hints of curves hidden under the loose clothes she wore, and a grace in her movements that Roland imagined would be impossible for nearly any of the long term residents of the Frontiers.

Erick cleared his throat to get the attention of the hall, rather unnecessarily as the entire hall was paying complete attention to the two people standing on the stage.

"As many of you have probably already heard, Harick Halmonsonn has been called away to the wilderness to assist the men of the Kingdom with some troubles they've run into." Erick was an elderly man, stood hunched from many years working the fields, supporting himself with a branch for a walking stick, and with skin that matched the twisting, gnarled appearance of the walking stick. He spoke in a soft tone, but none in the hall struggled to hear him.

"As such we have ourselves a new supervisor, sent straight from the capital, I'd like you all the meet Tara." As Erick finished his sentence the figure stepped forward, raised her hands up and pulled back the hood. As her face came into view Roland found his breath taken away. With a silent gasp he looked at the most beautiful woman he'd seen in the last 6 years since he'd turned 18 and been shipped off for being classless. To put it simply, to Roland she looked like she could have been the Queen herself. She had the high cheekbones and sharp features that characterized the nobility, just gazing upon her face made Roland feel inferior. And her deep black hair cascaded down her shoulders and framed her face beautifully. Now that she was standing in front of the stage her curves had become more pronounced and visible. She had a sizable bust, not too big but definitely a handful. Her outfit was loose around the waist and below the knees, but now that he could see her clearly in the light it was clear that her outfit was tighter around her chest and ass.

As he dragged his gaze back up to her face, he suddenly had a massive splitting headache pierce through his skull. As he recoiled back and his hand flew to his head, his vision flashed white. When his vision returned he found he was gazing down at the face he had just been staring at. Same sharp features, same high cheekbones, same silky black hair. Except now her face was covered in strands of a thick cloudy white substance. With a start he realized he had his dick out in his hand and was jerking off onto her face, and she was smiling warmly up at him. Then his vision flashed white, and as quickly as it had arrived it vanished. He blinked and he was back in the mess hall, staring up at the woman on the stage. Except now she was staring back at him, with an intense look of concentration and confusion on her face. Roland quickly averted his gaze and turned his attention back to his empty bowl.

Not sure what had just happened, he wanted to avoid drawing any more attention from his new supervisor. Best to not anger the new boss before they even start. Still, the image kept replaying in his mind, and he couldn't help how much he longed for it to be real.

That's Chapter Two everybody.