Princess Slave
Prologue.
Annabel hummed joyously as she skipped along the twisty lane. Her best friend Lauren had just thrown a party, and Annabel was almost home. Her head suddenly started to spin and her vision blurred.
She passed out. When she awoke she was in a desert, surrounded by dark skinned men. One remarked something in a foreign language, prodding Annabel's arm.
She was roughly pulled to her feet and tossed around the circle of men. Eventually, one of the men mounted a big bay horse and yanked Annabel up with him.
She didn't know it but she was to be a slave at sixteen years old. Her destiny is great, Aslan thought, watching the slave traders pull the girl around. She will make an excellent queen one day.
Where am I? Who are these men? Where are they taking me? questions bounced around Annabel's brain as the horse galloped across the desert.
They rode for six days, stopping only occasionally. They arrived at a huge, exorbitant house. A young girl, maybe two years older than Annabel, lead Annabel to a small dirty room.
"I'm Julianne. You are a slave now." She said, initially. Eventually, Julianne and Annabel became quite close friends.
Annabel gradually learnt all about Calormen, where she was, and the surrounding areas.
I didn't think this was too bad. Let me know if you liked it, if I should continue it and Maybe a new title while we're at it.
ANNABEL KEELEY.