Legends of Belariath

Kree

The soft pitter patter of rain was a relief from those hot days.. The sun setting just at the horizon, clouds painted in golds and purples and reds. The soft hum of a voice from the living room, heard into a child's bedroom where a small trinket music-like box played that same old lullaby over and over until a blissful sleep captured the toddler. A race made for slavery, labor and sex games, alike.

A spirited child, studious and proper. Studies from mid-morning to early afternoon. Each day, the same drill. Math, Politics, Speech, Penmanship. Everything a child needed to succeed in her later years. Magics would come next. Simple spells first.. Nothing that can TRUELY backfire and leave permanent marks. Each day, something new. That was until that one day came. The one that happened to most girls her age, JUST ripe enough to be taught something new.

Mercenaries crowded the docs, boys and girls alike to be taken, to be bought at a fairly decent price. Parents would beg and plead, cry and scream or hide thier children in little cubby holes in the houses to keep them safe. But one family, just one, stood there with that girl by the shoulder. Kisses graced to her cheeks, warm words whispered into one of those furred angular ears. They knew she'd be fine, and slightly regretting the slight fact that she really knew nothing to save her at this moment.

Shoved forward, a calloused hand gripped her arm and drug her off. A heartbeat to pound in her ears as she was drug along, the screams of other kids wailing in the air, poisoning any hoping thoughts that this wasn't going to hurt. A metal cage was her destination, arms twisted about her back as she stiffled a small yelp. Metal to the forehead, as she was thrown into the cage. Door slammed shut, barely enough room to sit up, she pulled her knees to her chest, head buried into her arms as she closed her eyes tight, thinking if she just.. fell asleep, she'd wake up and it would all be a dream.

Months later, a blossomed beauty stood. Strong arms and legs, a rounded form fit for any type of work she was put out for. Spring was blossoming in the fields, wild flowers of an assorted color littered the grounds with the green lush grass. Birds hummed in the air, chirping thier songs into the ears of listeners, or just to Gaea herself. Bare feet graced the ground, moisture felt as this slave settled against the border of lands, knowing she wasn't allowed to cross. That leather collar tight about her neck, itchy and chaffing, not something she truly wished there, but nothing else was allowed.

That tail of hers seemed to always get her in trouble, that keen sense of direction and motion wherever it may be. A giggle heard in the distance, a pink silk ribbon seen flitting in the wind in the forest beyond the boundaries where she was allowed. Curiosity always got the best of her, one foot into the woods, a shy glance over her shoulder towards the guards, thier eyes on one of the other slaves made perfect timing. Gripping the bell on that collar, she took off into the woods themselves, following and chasing that ribbon and that giggling voice into the depths themselves. Twists and turns, bushes to push through. A compilation of an escape and pure curiosity would get her lost.

Stopping finally as the ribbon disappeared, she pouted and huffed, before turning around to look back at the mercenary camp where she came from, but only found endless woods. Now turned around, lost and ... free. Lungs filled with a refreshing scent of the forests natural perfumes, even food itself. Bare feet continued thier adventure, following the smell as if she hadn't just chased something all the way here. Stubby little fingers pulled at her collar, the little clasp undone and tossed to the ground, that ratty little dress she wore dusted off and curls pushed from her face to make her look.. somewhat healthy as she neared the back of the building. It seemed to be either a Tavern or Inn of sorts, horses mounted out front, and laughter and moans coming from inside.

Bare feet carried her up the steps themselves before she appeared within.. This certainly wasn't the mercenary camp.. A new found freedom to behold.

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