Chapter 1

Alya knew all too well that the world wasn't fair. She came from a small village from the west that was swarming with slave traders and caravans. Merchants and families just trying to survive the harsh environment and empire the best they could, which usually meant stealing or selling their family into slavery or prostitution. She was an only child, her mother dying just moments after her birth which meant it was just her father and herself.

Her father had seen better days. He was always blaming Alya for her mother's death and shortly took up drinking when she was only 4 or so. Alya learned from about that age that she could only trust and count on herself. She became stealthy and quick from constantly hiding from her father avoiding the slave traders, and most of all, from stealing food. She became very strong by fighting off attackers and older kids once they found out she had food. To her it was always survival of the fittest, and damnit she was going to make it!

As she got older she slowly became a very caring and compassionate young woman. She would try to help the elderly and young children, most of who reminded her or her younger self. But growing older caused more dangers to come her way. The biggest being her father, that bastard. She remembers the night clearly.

"Where the hell have you been Alya!?" her deadbeat father slurred.

Snapping at the man leaning on the wall, "Nowhere you need to concern yourself with old man" .

Dragging his feet across the room towards her he almost whispered, "Well I hope for your sake you haven't been whoring it around town, I need you 'in tacked' when I send you off to the caravan tomorrow. And I swear if you ruin this for me ill…"

"You will what! You can barely stand! All you do is drink and gamble and loose the only money we have. If it wasn't for me you would probably be dead you son of a bitc.." SMACK!!

Right across her left cheek she could already feel the raw skin start to swell. Her bluish green eye watering uncontrollably and she had to get away from him, or she was going to kill him. Not that she cared for violence, she didn't but someone can only take so much abuse. She would have left earlier but honestly she was scared. It was a big world out there and she didn't know if she were ready but being sold into slavery was a fear she had worse than death. She and always made her own decisions and she wasn't going to give that up easily.

"Screw you" she hissed out.

"Excuse me? What did you just say?" taking another step towards her.

"I said SCREW YOU! I'm leaving this godforsaken village! I'm going to make something of myself, you'll see…I'm going to change the world!" she belted out.

His face was like stone, she almost didn't know if he heard her at first, but then he started howling in laughter.

"You are one stupid bitch. I can't believe your mother died for a brat like you. Now be a good little girl and stay here or ill break those little legs of yours. I'm lucky you at least got your mothers exotic looks because you are about to make me a pretty penny. "

She knew deep down her father didn't love her, she always hoped that one day the drinking would stop and he would realize his mistakes. She truly believed now that the only reason he didn't kill her as a baby was because she looked like her mother, or so she's been told. She knew she didn't look like other people in the village. She had shiny long silver hair with dark roots, and large almond blue-green eyes which tended to change with her mood like the sea. And she was tall, with long legs and a chest that was too big to her which tended to get in the way.

"You can try to stop me" she threatened," but I'm leaving".

He went to grab for her arm but she dogged easily causing him to stumble into a table littered with glass bottles. Picking one up as he cracked it on the table he pointed it at her." I said, you are saying here" his voice becoming menacing.

Is he really drunk? Or was he faking it because he knew id put up a fight!

He was blocking the door so she knew her only option was getting the bottle from him and leaving as soon as she could. She had hidden money she saved up along with food and water in a bag on the outskirts of the village. She knew the time was now, she had to try. Jumping towards her father she went for the hand with the bottle. Got it! She thought. But at the last minute he sliced down and caught her hand with the end of the bottle. She felt the warm liquid leaking from the extremely deep wound on her hand but fortunately for her the strike caused him to become off balance and she took the opportunity to grab the back of his head to connect it to her knee knocking him out instantly.

Not looking back she took off out of the house and ran as fast as she could to her pack. She quickly wrapped her hand with part of her ripped shirt. She knew it was in need of stitches but her first priority was getting away. About 10 miles away she started to feel the effects of the blood loss, it was slowing her down. She needed to find another village with a doctor, and quickly. It waa no use, she was starting to see epots in her vision. Her head felt like it was floating and her knees were wobbly. As she started to fall she saw a light in the distance and heard voices? MEN!

"Stay awake stay awake!!, I can't let them find me like this. Who knows who they are and what they want" she was whispering to herself.

Why am I on the ground? When did that happen, DAMMIT!

"Hey! HEY! Are you okay?" she heard a faint voice, it sounded so far away, but then she felt large hands slowly pick her up and start to carry her somewhere. She tried to open her eyes but just saw a blur of purple and heard more mumbling. Were they arguing?

She let the darkness take her, it was almost peaceful and right before she loss all consciousness her heard the soft voice of someone telling her "My name is Sinbad, you are going to be okay. I promise ill help you. Just rest now".

And for the first time in my life, I listened.