Hotaru looked at the large palace from the back of a wagon not worthy of carrying pigs but worthy of transporting slaves. This was not the first time she had been sold and shipped across the planet. It seems that the Saiyens did not seem to like Saturnians. Hotaru closed her eyes and remembered her home. When they came she didn't know that she was Saturn's chosen. At the time she was only eight.. Now twelve years later, she was a slave to the crude beings of Vejita-sai. The planet itself was beautiful, much like her own.
The wagon came to a stop and she felt herself being herded with the others to the platform set up in the middle of the tournament grounds. She was being sold again. The slaves were pushed into a line. They were sickly and ill nourished. Some had their own vomit down the front of their shirts. They were the unlucky ones not going to be sold, the result of this is death. Then maybe they weren't the unfortunate ones.
Hotaru saw that it was approaching her turn to be shoved in front of a mob of saiyens waiting to pick a being as if they were livestock. Hotaru was placed in front of the crowd and the bidding began. Amazingly someone bought her. She didn't know who but knew that she would soon. All she could do was pray to the goddess who made her what she is that it would be someone with compassion. Her last owner had been too presumptuous for his own good. For some reason, they never found what happened to him.
After being led to a small cage she was branded on the bottom right side of her back. It was three straight vertical lines but she knew that in a week it would be gone and the symbol of Saturn would take its place. She looked at the others in the cage. It smelled of rancid breath and of various types of body odor as there were many species there.
A woman with normal unruly hair walked up to the cage. She looked at Hotaru and growled at the guard. Immediately she was grabbed by the arm and handed to the woman.
"Can you speak my tongue, girl" she asked and Hotaru could feel her breath on her cheek.
Slaves were not allowed to look at their masters.
"Yes." Hotaru answered in a soft voice.
"Good" she said and released her from her grip. "follow me."
Hotaru followed the woman through the halls of the palace. The woman was an elite. She led her to a room and opened the door. Hotaru's new owner turned and faced her.
"You will be a nursemaid to my child. Being that I am a warrior I do not have time to tend to my child. You will not be required to tutor her since you have not been properly educated. The child's name is Aylana. She is six years old and very energetic and will need a firm hand. In the mornings she will rise at 6 o clock and begin her training till 12. Afterwards she will rest for one hour then commence tutoring at 1 until 2. After that she is in your hands. She sups at 6 and retires at 10. I warn you, her last few nursemaids were not as capable as i would have liked. Needless to say, they were not alive much longer after that.Your room is off to the side of hers. You will find a change of attire on your bed. Good evening, you begin tomorrow." she said then turned and left Hotaru to her duties.
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In the morning Hotaru woke the child. And hussled her into her clothing and then sent her to train. At 12, they finally meet.
"Why are your eyes and hair purple?" the child questioned innocently
"I was born that way. Why are yours black?" Hotaru questioned back
"My mommy's are. Did your mommy have purple eyes?"
" I don't remember ever having a mother."
"Really" she said as she looked into Hotaru's eyes, " You can share mine and be my sister, I like you. Your honest and different."
"Its time for your tutoring" Hotaru said as she escorted the girl to the teacher.
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The two became very close in the next year and Hotaru became an older sister/mother to Aylana.
"Hotaru?" a seven year old Aylana asked Hotaru as the sit on a blanket nest to a lake.
"Yes" she answered
"What were you before you lived here?" she asked looking at her nursemaid with eyes full of curiosity.
"Much like you, I was training to be a warrior. At your age I was very skilled at the glaive." Hotaru said with a slight look of wistfulness at the mention of her weapon, "I haven't been able to touch my glaive for 13 years now."
"What is a glaive?" Aylana asked
"It is weapon of grace and death. It is a staff weapon with a G shaped blade. It is the weapon of my planet ." Hotaru answered
"Can you teach me how to use one?" Aylana asked hopefully
"Only if you acquire your mothers permission." Hotaru said and found herself knocked over with squealing seven year old hugging her.
TBC......
I know i skipped an entire year but i didn't think that the first year would be important for the story so tough tittie if you don't like .
Also, I was gonna finish this before I posted it but I felt the need for creative feedback. This will be my main project and even if yall don't like, I'm not updating anything but this. I already have a couple chapters written so i should be able to update every week. I also promise that the chaps will get better.
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