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The sand of the Arabian Desert blew about in the cool night air. The light of the full moon the only light to be seen, the dunes of sand rolled on before, miles and miles of no living thing.
In the distance one small light could be seen, it was a campfire. Surrounding the campfire were several groups of tents, with camels and other animals tied to a post that was staked to the ground. A few people walked about, staying within the circle of tents and the fire.
A few man sat about the fire, weapons at their sides, yet alert. Even though they were in the desert many creatures still lurked about, ready to destroy the band, one man stroked the fire, bringing it into liveliness.
The fire slowly died down once again, the silence still in the air. Yet out of the silence came the sound of a monstrous roar in the far distance. One of the younger men jumped at this new sound his hand dropping to his weapon, a look of worry and fear in his eyes.
One of the older men raised his hands in a calming manner. "All is well Alzeir." he stated. "We are safe."
Alzeir was hesitant for a moment before nodding, letting his body relax a little. Yet his eyes looked out into the distance. "Do you know what that was Nez?" he asked, hoping the knowledge of what the creature was would calm his fear.
Nez looked out onto the desert, "That was the cry of a Hollow." he stated.
Alzeir looked at him with confusion, "A Hollow?" he replied, "What is that?"
"This is a very old tale," Nez started, stroking the fire once again. "A Hollow is the soul of someone who has lost their heart, becoming a beast. A beast that only instinct is to feed on the souls of others. Their faces are adorned with white-skull like masks, a hole in their chest. They roam the desert looking for the souls of the dead or the unsuspecting travelers."
Alzeir looked at Nez with fear, "One of those creatures is out there!" he exclaimed.
"Yes," he replied with a worry-free tone. "We are protected; we have the charms of the Reapers. They are the ones who fight these beasts, protecting the souls of the living and dead, helping those who have passed move onto the next life."
Alzeir frowned, "How do you know these things will protect us?"
Nez stood up, and motioned for Alzeir to follow him. They walked to the edge of the camp, stopping outside one of the tents. "This is how I know." he stated and lifted the tent fabric, revealing an angular skull, burned into the fabric. "This is the stamp of the Reaper. You must have this stamp to be able to travel in this part of the land. All others who do not have these have perished."
Alzeir was once again going to question Nez, but the look of surety on the older man's face told him to trust in his words. The roar was heard once more, making Alzeir flinch, in his mind saying a silent prayer that Nez's words were true.
The noonday sun bore down on the city of Agrabah, as many of the cities citizens went about their day. The market place was bustling with people who look about the wares. One person looked about the wares with curiosity and wonder. She wore a brown cloak over her thin form; she had an attractive face with blue eyes.
This was Princess Jasmine, the daughter of the Salutan, the Ruler of Agrabah. She had spent most of her life in the palace not knowing the world around her. Since she was turning 18 she had to be married to a prince, but she wanted to marry for love not for the law.
She spent time with the last prince and she had enough of his pompous attitude so she had ran away from the palace, and was now wondering the streets. She passed all the people, their smiles and warmth drawing her in.
Yet as she walked around in wonder she did not notice a pair of eyes following her movements. This man had worn features and a long bearded face; he wore a combination of black and dark blue robes, a scar on his right eye. His eyes followed the robed princess with satisfaction.
He turned to one of his friends sitting beside him and whispered something into his ear. His friend smiled as he looked at Jasmine, slowly nodded. He stood up and left he bearded man table and followed after the unsuspecting princess.
-With Jasmine-
She walked from shop to shop, her eyes watching all around her. She wondered what she should do next and where to go. She stopped at one of the shops and looked over the slick fabrics that they displayed.
Jasmine's eyes rested on a light blue fabric, the color captivating her attention. "You have a good eye." said a voice from behind her.
She turned and saw a young man standing there. He was well dressed and had a warm smile on his face. "That Fabric comes from the silk weavers in China, they are known for their ability to make colorful fabrics."
Jasmine nodded, "I didn't know." she replied with wonder.
The man just continued to smile. "I am glad I could enlighten you." he stated cheerfully. "I am Raheb, pleasure to make your aquantience."
"Nice to meet you Raheb," Jasmine replied, "I am Jasmine."
"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." he stated making her blush slightly.
"I must be going." she turned to leave and soon found Raheb in step with her.
"I can tell you are new here." he stated in a knowing tone, as they walked. "I would like to help you get to know the area."
Jasmine looked at him with slight surprise, a bit weary of the man, but he seemed to be genuine about his intentions. "Thank you, your help would be welcome."
Raheb brightened. "Wonderful, now my lady shall we explore the wonders of Agrabah." He held out his arm to her in a gentlemen like manner. She took his arm and they walked out into the market together. They turned a corner, and suddenly the Jasmine mind went black.
-A While Later-
Jasmine woke with a groan, bringing her hand to her forehead but it was stopped by something. Her eyes slowly opened and she saw that her hands were chained together in front of her attached to a wall; her feet were chained as well. She saw other girls in a similar situation as she and panic set in.
She pulled at her chains with all her might but they held firm. "How did this happen?" she thought as she stopped struggling. "Where am I?"
She felt the floor under her move in a jolting motion, signaling that she was in a wagon of some kind. She saw one of the other girls next to her, was leaning against the wall with a forlorn expression on her face.
Jasmine turned to her, "What is happening?" she asked.
The other girl looked at her with sadness. "You must be a fresh catch." she stated with dead eyes. "We are slaves; we are being taken to the slave market in the next kingdom over to be sold."
Jasmine gasped, in Agrabah the slave markets were banned, yet she knew in other kingdoms they still had it. She once again started to struggle when she felt the hand of the girl she was talking to rest against her.
"Don't struggle," she stated with fear. "If you struggle they will punish you, you do not want that." Jasmine saw a few bruises and marks on the girl's skin and nodded.
Jasmine turned away from the girl once more and curled up as best she could. "Please someone help me." she pleaded in her mind.
-A few days later-
The last several days had been an emotion journey for Jasmine. She had found out that this was a slave caravan and there were more wagons filled with slaves of all kinds. On her second day she had been taken by the head of the caravan and inspected. They have looked over her with lustful eyes, but did nothing, but look her over.
She was then sent over to another part of the caravan and given a change of clothes, now she wore revealing red clothes with a collar around her neck, her hair held up in a ponytail. After she was locked back in the wagon with the other women.
Time seemed to blend together as the caravan traveled and Jasmine felt as she would never see her father or home again. She had heard stories of what happened to slaves in the other kingdoms and now she was bound to be like them.
The wagon stopped once again and one of the slavers stepped into the wagon. He looked at the assorted women before him and chose three, one of the being Jasmine. They were unchained and removed for the wagon.
Each had a chain attached to their collar, ankle chains so they can only walk so fair, and wrist chains so they could use their hand somewhat. The slaver looked at them with glee. "You three will be our server's tonight." he stated smugly. "If you do anything, you will be an example of, understand."
Jasmine and the other girls nodded in understanding, the slaver then led them to the food wagon and trays were given to them to hold. The other two girls were assigned to serve the main body of the caravan, while Jasmine was assigned to serve the leaders of the band.
She stood with her tray awaiting the call to serve. The other slaves who had been with the caravan a long time had given her a quick overview of these nightly events. The slaves chosen to do the serving were also double as the night's entertainment. If the slave did anything such as drop their tray or things like that, the crew were allowed to use them as they see fit for the rest of the night.
Jasmine watched in fear as the other girls went about their work, serving the animals before them. Some would leer at them others would sneak touches, some even tried to make them fall. She was pulled out of her thoughts as she felt a tug on her chain.
She moved forward at as quickly as the chains would allow her without falling, kneeling down to place food in front of the men before her. She could feel their eyes roaming her form, drinking her in. She had to stop herself from shuddering at this feeling.
"Where did you pick this one up?" one of the men said, his dark brown eyes gleaming in the night.
"She was found in Agrabah, Gez." the Leader of the band stated with a smirk. "She is the most beautiful girl I have seen come from there in a long time. She will get a high price I think."
Jasmine picked up the empty could of Gez, refilling it with wine. "I see, I see." he replied. "Can't we keep her instead Habeb; she would do well to raise the men's moral."
Habeb shook his head. "We can't keep her, she too good not to sell." he stated, "but she will need to be fully checked before we reach our destination. Remember if she is a virgin we have to keep that for the buyers you know how some of them like that."
Tears started to fall down her face as she listened to their words, how they talked about her as nothing but a thing, something to be used and then discarded for their enjoyment.
She had went back to the food table and gotten the next plateful for Habeb, her eyes cast down as she resigned herself to her fate. What she didn't notice was that Gez had set a little trap for her; he had moved the rug they were sitting on just enough to make her fall. Her foot caught on the rug, and the plate of food flew through the air, landing on the ground in a loud clatter, as Jasmine hit the ground hard.
Habeb looked at her with a smile, "I guess we have our entertainment for the night Gez." he stated with satisfaction, as Jasmine looked up at him in horror. The other girls looked at her with sympathy but kept on working.
She felt some grab her by her hair and pull her to her feet. She was then brought to kneel before Habeb and Gez. She looked up at them as they began to reach down toward her.
"Help me." she thought, knowing her words were make them do more horrid things to her. Suddenly a monstrous roar was heard throughout the camp, making everyone freeze.
Gez and Habeb looked around, Jasmine forgotten. Another roar was heard, this time much closer, the filling of death and fear entering the air. "Gez." Habeb stated the fear evident in his voice. "Get the men on guard, now!"
Gez just nodded, "Everyone arms you!" he commanded and the rest of the men had started to move. Habeb grabbed Jasmine chain and pulled her over to a pull in the middle of the camp, chaining her there with the two other girls.
One of the girls looked about in fright. "It the Hallows." she stated as she pulled herself closer to the pull. "We are going to die."
Jasmine looked at the girl in confusion, having never hear of Hallows. Yet as she was about to ask, the sound of someone's screams of death filled the air. Jasmine watched as some of the men ran towards the screams.
Habeb has his seminar out, watching and waiting for an attack. Suddenly out of the shadows came a large beast, which buried it teeth into the nearest man's body. Jasmine saw the face of the creature, it had a bone colored mask covering its face. The creature dropped the man from its mouth, the light of life gone from the body.
"KILL IT!" Habeb shouted and the men rushed forward, their swords held high, but it was all for not, the creature just batted them away as if they were flies.
Jasmine watched as the creature slaughter the men before it, even eating a few of them. She pulled at her restraints, wanting to get away from the horror she was witnessing. She watched as Habeb and Gez, were both killed by the creature with ease.
The creature looked around letting out another beastly roar, and started to look around. The other two girls huddled with Jasmine, hoping not to be seen by the creature. It looked past them and its gaze settled onto one of the wagons. It bound to the wagon knocking it over, as it began to feast of the slaves inside.
Jasmine shook in fear and looked away from the creature, her eyes resting on the dead form of Habeb, his keys hanging from his belt. A plan formed in her mind as she watched the keys. She started to slowly crawl towards the body, trying to create as little noise as possible. She made it only a few feet when the sound of her chains jingling filled the air.
She head one of the other girls gasp and she stopped. The creature had stopped it feast and looked up, listening intently. Jasmine waited what seemed like an eternity, until the creature went back its meal. She continued her journey to the body when she felt the chain run out of slack, a few feet from the body. She reached out with her hand for the keys but she couldn't reach. She pulled against her chains, feeling the metal bite into her skin.
She felt as he middle finger gasp the ring and she pulled, bring the keys closer to her. She felt the keys rest in her hand and she turned, only to see the creature had turned to look at her. Jasmine laid there frozen, as the creature observed her movements. It slowly descended from its perch and moved like a cat that had found a new toy.
Jasmine slowly brought the keys to the locks of her chains and unlocked the one on her neck. The creature stopped and stopped it movements and observed. She took this as a signal to start unlocking the locks on her legs. The creature started to understand what she was doing and stalked forward.
She finished unlocking her ankles and threw the keys at the other girls. The monster charged towards Jasmine as she got to her feet, and she barely dodged out of the way. Her hands were still shackled so all she could do was run out of the ring of wagons and into the desert sands, the creature hot on her heels.
She heard the monster roar and was knocked to the ground by a sudden explosion. She rolled across the ground, and came to a stop after a few meters. Her body hurt from the explosion and roll. She turned once more, her left side in the most pain, her eyes looking up into the sky.
"I am not going to die." she breathed as she scrambled to her feet, only to be knocked off her feet by the monster. She flew through the air and landed in the sand with a hard thud. More pain spread through her body as she tried to stand, swaying slightly in pain. She saw the monster before her, it jaws opened wide.
She was able to dodge out of the way of it bite and took off running as fast as she could in her hurt state. Yet the creature was once again upon her, knocking her across the sand once again. This time Jasmine did not get up from the sand, her body hurt too much for her to bare to move. She felts as the creature stalked forward, and felt it roll her over, so she saw it masked face.
Jasmine closed her eyes and waited for the pain, resigning herself to her fate. The monster roared again, but this sounded like a roar of pain. She opened her eyes and saw someone standing in front of her. He wore a black jacket that was tattered at the end, and had dark orange hair that stuck out in many directions. The monster had a deep gash in its arm.
The man seemed to disappear into the air and appeared in front of the monster a blade held high. The blade came down and struck the monster quickly, rendering it lifeless. It soon started to disappear into the air. Her savior turned and looked at her. He didn't look that much older than her, a deep scowl on his face.
Jasmine looked at him in awe, as her eyes slowly began to drupe from pain. The last thing she saw was the man walking towards her swords in hands.
Hello everyone, this idea just came to me and I really like it. It may be just a one shot but we will have to see if I continue this or leave it as is. I feel it can be a good idea but as with my quirks of my muse it can be a fickle girl. I will update when I have it done and edit. None of the stories I have written within the year (The ones that have actually chapters, not authors notes) are still ongoing just working on getting them going. Thank you for all that you that read my stories. I will do what I can to live up to your expectations