Darkness is my Happy Place

by WingLeader

With tensions rising between the Inner Circle and the Illyrians, things are slipping, some camps are no longer following the Highlords rule if they even ever were. Females are going back to being treated unfairly, where nobody can see, where nobody can stop it, but she won't stop fighting for their freedom. She will die to free the females because they are all she has left.

1. Who's there?

I walk the muddy makeshift paths of this Mother forsaken camp, listening to the never-ending noise. The constant sound of the clash of a warriors weapon as he trains in the pits. The more than common growl and snarl from one or more of the males as they get aggravated. The noises fill my ears. They make me want to scream, but I can't. I must be obedient. Calm. Collected. A slave with invisible chains.

I know that the Highlord and the Inner Circle have been desperately trying. Trying to show the camp lords and the Illyrians what he sees for himself. That we are equal. Us females are the same. We could fight. Lead. Protect, but they wouldn't know because to them we are nothing. Trash. The garbage to be taken out when most convenient to them and them only. We clean. We provide meals. We provide children. Obedience. Its what they want. I don't think that they would know what to do if a female was respected. It would be so foreign that they would most likely just kill her where she stands. At least that's how it would go down in my camp.

The other camps are listening to the Highlord. The females are getting freedom. Getting trained. Learning to fight. To self-advocate. They are getting a life. Leneonuh, my camp, is different. The camp lord isn't following orders, but the Highlord doesn't notice. I don't blame him though, there must be hundreds of camps to keep in line. He's trying though, so he will forever have my respect. Rhys will always have my respect.

The area around my tent is quieter than usual. I walk past and around the randomly placed tents, pointed ears twitching, attempting to find my own. when I come across the familiar jagged and rough cuts of fabric that I call home, I find it occupied. Who would be in my tent though?

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This is the first fanfiction that I've ever posted so I'm sorry if it isn't as great as you'd hoped. :) I only did a small chapter because honestly with school at the moment I'm really overwhelmed so id rather write a little and see what happens then write a couple thousand words just to waste time. But if anybody wants it I would be glad to continue this story as I've been working on it for quite some time in my notebook when I'm supposed to be studying. lol :3

Does anybody have any ideas for my lovely OC? plz let me know