OK so this is my second version of this story. After some gentile but firm reprimands (If that makes any since) from my beta I have redone the whole story plus added some to it. I am so sorry for the long wait. As always T.P. owns anything you recognize.
Chickens scattered as the big oaf of a baker threw a small red headed girl out in the street.
"And stay out" he yelled as he dusted of his hands.
"I wouldn't eat your food any way" she retorted as she picked her self up. She detected muffled laughter coming from behind her.
As she turned around she saw a group of nobles sitting on their horses. The laughter stopped immediately when they saw the color of her eyes. They started to murmur a prayer as they looked away from her. All of them were holding on to hawk amulets as they slowly backed away from her. All but one.
He was a tall, handsome boy about fifteen year's old. He had ice cold blue eyes and almost white, blond hair. He just stared right back with a smile that never reached his eyes.
Alanna's own smile faltered as she felt a shiver run the length of her spine as a result of his smile.
She ignored him and smiled mockingly at the rest of the group. She knew they wouldn't dare look her in the eye because she was a Diamitris, a snake daughter, or so it was widely believed.
Suddenly Alanna's view of the nobles was suddenly obscured by a piece of dark fabric. She knew that the person that had thrust the hood over her head was an officer of the crown by the quality of the hood.
"How dare you look at your betters like that?" He said as he took a pair of hand cuffs out of his pocket. The cuffs looked like an eagle with the talons around her wrist.
As the girl was marched down streets and around corners she could here her murmuring prayers and knew that they clutched at eagle amulets.
After an hour or so they were no longer walking on the paved roads of the city but the gravel of the country. Alanna could tell when they enter a court yard by the sound of their foot steps echoing of the walls.
OR (Alanna could tell when they had passed through the town by the sound of her feet on the country roads)
The man pushed her head down and removed the cuffs. She was then shoved into a small wooden box, the hood came of and the door closed with the click of a lock. The girl heard the guard muter something about keeping snakes in cages as he walked away.
The shed was about the size of a dog carrier. Just big enough to fit in but not stretch or lie down.
The girl sat and listened to the sound of wagon wheels on the cobble stone court yard. Slowly the sounds of day turned into the evening hum of frogs and crickets.
Sleep did not come easily to the girl as cramps worked their way into every muscle in her body. But blessed sleep did come.
She was awakened in the morn, shortly before the cock crowd, by shooting pain running up and down her legs. She listened as the sounds of night gave way to the sounds of day. A wagon rumbled by. A cow lolled as it came in for the milking. The chickens clucked and flapped their wings as they jumped from their roosts.
Soon foot steps could be heard in the court yard. Chont, the all work man at the orphanage where the girl lived, was grumbling as he fed the pigs. Luna, the milk maid, cook, house keeper, and nurse, could be heard singing softly as she went about her chores.
The shouts of shepherd boys and the singing of milk maids could be heard from the street. Greetings were shouted back and forth as they passed each other.
The padded foot steps of Luna came close to the box that held the girl. "Alein, you'vereally done it this time." Luna said from out side the box. "The head mistress is really mad. She was fined because you looked at those nobles." With that she spat on the ground. "They deserved every look you gave them, the murderous thieves. If only you could really curs them just by looking at them." "Luna," Alanna started –for that was the girls name –"how long am I to be in here?" "I don't know" was Luna's hasty reply. "I must go or the head mistress will catch me talking to you".
Alanna listened to the sound of Luna's feet as they softly faded away. She wondered how long she'd be in the shed. She'd already been in the box longer than ever before.
Alanna listened as the other children did there chores. She was not like the other children. She had red hair and purple eyes. Any one like her in the country of Alderan was considered a dissident of the evil snake god Diamitr and they were called Diamitris and Diamitrs. Alanna was the only Diamitris in the orphanage that she lived at; in fact she was the only one she had ever seen up close. She wasn't even aloud to eat, sleep, or work in the same room with the other children and all because she had red hair and purple eyes. It hadn't always been this way. Alanna could remember playing with some of the kids who wouldn't even look at her now. At one time she was even aloud to run about freely in town, until the laws changed.
Alanna missed all these things, but the thing she missed the most was the stories that Luna used to tell about her parents.
"Your father, well, he was a strong handsome man with the brightest purple eyes I have ever seen. You have his eyes. Now your mother, she was a beauty. She had luminous red hear that was the envy of all the other girls, until the government started to take religion seriously".
Alanna tried to think of other things than her parents it just made her mad. Her father died of a highly curable illness but since he had purple eyes no doctor would see him.
The pain in her legs interrupted her thoughts; a sharp shooting pain that could not be ignored. Alanna bit her lip until it bled to keep her self from crying.
After what seemed like an eternity she heard heavy foot steps just before the door to her cell flew open and rough hands grabbed her.
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