CammiePOV:

I wanted, more than anything, to strangle them! How dare they drag me behind their camels like a piece of meat! If only they had known who I really was. They surely would've been sorry!

As the slave merchants dragged me through the dry desert towards Egypt, I couldn't really believe that anyone would treat another human being that way. How wrong I was!

My name is Cameron Anne Morgan. Yes, that's right, the missing princess of England. When I was seven years old I was kidnapped by a man named Joshua Abrams. I never really understood why I was taken. I wasn't even next in line for the throne! My older brother, Grant was the Crown Prince.

I could lie and say I was treated very nicely, that Joshua treated me like a daughter, but the truth is, he treated me like shit. Although he always fed me and such, I never really left my "room" until he was sure I was old enough to not be recognized. He liked come into my room at night and do things. I will spare you all the gory details.

After puberty hit, people in town started to take notice of me and the attractive woman I was becoming. Joshua saw this and started to panick. He was afraid that if someone got too close to me, they would figure out who I really was, so he sold me into slavery. Yup, slavery. Problem solved, right?

I love my life.

MerchantPOV:

The new girl was useless! She was always so slow, and she had this death glare that made a grown man shake in his sandals.

"Stand up straight, girl." I said. She immediately obeyed.

At least she was well-behaved and followed orders quickly.

She looked to be about seventeen years old and was, honestly, quite attractive in her own European way. Her wavy hair looked like it was made of pure gold, and her eyes were a light shade of grey with a hint of blue when the light hit them just right. She wasn't fat, nor was she too skinny. Her bones didn't protrude as much as the other female slaves I'd seen here. I couldn't help but think that she would be prefect for housework.

She could be worth a lot of money, I thought.

As people perused the port, I started to worry that she wouldn't sell. Then a man came to me, dressed in a guard-like uniform from a high-class family.

"I need a pretty one. She needs to be able to work in a banquet hall and clean chambers."

Perfect.

"Right this way, Sir," I said as I led him over to the girl. "This one here would be perfect for your employer. She is brand new, but very capable. I had the pleasure of heading her transport to Egyptspan style, and I must say, she's very good at following orders with no complaint."

He looked over her. "Yes, very nice. Very pretty. And not a scratch on her! She will do nicely. How much?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Fifteen pounds."

His eyes widened at my bold price, but I could tell he was going to pay it. "Very well."

He handed me the correct amount, grabbed the girl, and left the market.

CammiePOV:

The new, strange man took me to the docks, and in front of me was the most beautiful boat I had ever seen. I was reluctantly coaxed onboard. In other words, a spear was poking into my exposed lower back

"Kepi!"

A girl with piercing icy blue eyes and cropped black hair came out from behind a curtain, leading into an enclosed room. I knew from studying Egyptian that Kepi meant 'tempest.'

"Take the new girl to get cleaned up. She must be presentable when we arrive."

Kepi pulled me into the room she had just emerged from, where two other girls were waiting.

She turned to me and said, "My real name's Macey. They like to give the slaves Egyptian names. They named me Kepi because I have a tendency to flirt with the guards. Well, newbie, you should probably tell us your real name before they give you a new one."

"I'm Cameron, but most people call me Cammie."

"Well, Cammie, we have work to do."

To my surprise the two others in the room pulled at what I thought was their hair. I guess the slaves wear wigs to make them look more Egyptian.
Macey pointed to one of the others. "That one's Elizabeth, or Liz for short. She's from France, originally. Her parents own a farm. When they ran out of money a few years ago, they and no choice but to sell her into slavery in order to keep from losing their land."

Liz was very petite with light blonde, shoulder-length hair and soft, hazel eyes. Her skin was pale, pink from the sun, and freckled. "They call me Sheriti," she said. That means 'little girl.'

"I'm Bex," said the other. "That's short for Rebecca, but don't ever call me that. They call me Sêshafi" That means 'angry woman', very fitting. Bex had very tan skin and eyes the color of chocolate. Her hair was a little curlier than mine and a very dark brown.

Macey came up to inspect me. "She needs to be washed, for sure.

I was then stripped of all my rags. Bex and Liz grabbed me by the arms and threw me into a tub of cold river water and started scrubbing me from head to toe. It felt nice compared to the dreadful heat of the Egyptian deserts. When I was out, I dried myself off while they conversed and picked out an outfit for me.

I slipped my new uniform on and looked at myself in a mirror. It was quite revealing, but felt like silk against my skin. The top was a white bandeau and a see-through shawl that reached mi mid-thigh on top. The bottom was a white wrap skirt with gold trimming that stopped a few inches from the ground. I was given gold strappy sandals and four gold necklaces of different lengths to put on. My golden blonde hair was pinned into a black wig. Thankfully, it was only a few inches shorter than my natural hair. On top of the wig was another necklace. The front had little dangly things that went all the way to my forehead like gold bangs. On my eyes I had the traditional winged eyeliner of Egypt.

Macey walked up behind me. "This is how you're going to look every day from now on," she said.

Just then, the boat we were on lurched to a stop. Now I was going to see who I belonged to.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, ALLY CARTER DOES.