The crack of a whip echoed through the trees as a man pressed his horse and
wagon forward through the fog. It was late November and winter's cold bite
lingered in the air as the last of the golden leaves fell from the trees.
The hard beaten path was dusted with early snow and frost.
"You still alive back there?" The man called over his shoulder.
"Y-yyyes." The voice of a small girl replied from in the wagon. She was huddled in the back shivering profusely. She was covered in dirt from head to toe and wore nothing but an oversized patched up shirt. It was more of a dress to her small figure then a shirt anyways.
The man grunted and returned his focus to the road. They were headed toward Antiogue, a town on the shores of Middle-Earth were The man would try to sell the girl. Celisia Terain had never known the feeling of freedom. She was a young elven girl of five years and had spent every one of them in slavery.
"You gonna behave today or I'll beat ye again hear? I don't have the time or money to take care of your sorry excuse of an existence and if you don't get sold there'll be hell to pay" The man said coldly without turning around. Celisia was glad he didn't look at her or he'd see the tears welling up in her eyes and streaming down her face.
Her young pride, or what remained of it, told her to never let anyone see her cry. Ever. Slavery was her lifestyle now but she knew there were greater things in store for her in this life so whatever happened she would never give up hope.
The wagon trekked on down the road into an open view of the sea. They followed the path down further still and began to see smoke rising from the fireplaces of the homes of Antiogue. They were near now and passed through plain houses of stone, as a constant murmur from ahead grew steadily louder.
"Hear that? One of them voices might belong to your new owner. and the man who'll give me my months food money, stupid goodfernothin."
Celisia's courage grew. "Whoever does buy me, regardless of his kindness will still be an angel and savior compared to you."
"Oh brave now are we? Five years I've owned ye and little more then a sentence a month have I heard from your sorry lit'le mouth. Don't be too cocky now. If no one buys ya ye'll still need a place to rest and I just might let ye sleep with the horse in the stable if that attitude of your's doesn't shape up. No one wants a bitchy slave girl."
"You don't deserve me."
"You still alive back there?" The man called over his shoulder.
"Y-yyyes." The voice of a small girl replied from in the wagon. She was huddled in the back shivering profusely. She was covered in dirt from head to toe and wore nothing but an oversized patched up shirt. It was more of a dress to her small figure then a shirt anyways.
The man grunted and returned his focus to the road. They were headed toward Antiogue, a town on the shores of Middle-Earth were The man would try to sell the girl. Celisia Terain had never known the feeling of freedom. She was a young elven girl of five years and had spent every one of them in slavery.
"You gonna behave today or I'll beat ye again hear? I don't have the time or money to take care of your sorry excuse of an existence and if you don't get sold there'll be hell to pay" The man said coldly without turning around. Celisia was glad he didn't look at her or he'd see the tears welling up in her eyes and streaming down her face.
Her young pride, or what remained of it, told her to never let anyone see her cry. Ever. Slavery was her lifestyle now but she knew there were greater things in store for her in this life so whatever happened she would never give up hope.
The wagon trekked on down the road into an open view of the sea. They followed the path down further still and began to see smoke rising from the fireplaces of the homes of Antiogue. They were near now and passed through plain houses of stone, as a constant murmur from ahead grew steadily louder.
"Hear that? One of them voices might belong to your new owner. and the man who'll give me my months food money, stupid goodfernothin."
Celisia's courage grew. "Whoever does buy me, regardless of his kindness will still be an angel and savior compared to you."
"Oh brave now are we? Five years I've owned ye and little more then a sentence a month have I heard from your sorry lit'le mouth. Don't be too cocky now. If no one buys ya ye'll still need a place to rest and I just might let ye sleep with the horse in the stable if that attitude of your's doesn't shape up. No one wants a bitchy slave girl."
"You don't deserve me."