AN: Hello to all who will attempt to read my story! Some of you may have read the song I plan to put in the fic. But if you read the authors note on that piece giving a summery of the story just know I have changed a few details. Because I changed the fact that…….wait never mind I'm not going to tell you you'll just have to read and find out!
Scales Of Our Time
Chapter One
Burning Memories
It was dark in the confined space. Pitch black to be exact. Yet even as the others could see nothing one in particular could. She could see the scared faces and blank eyes of the others near her. Hades she could see the others captured that shrank back to the opposite end of whatever it is they were in. no one could talk.
Once or twice when someone let out a sentence or two, even if it was almost in audible, a man would throw open the doors and drag whoever spoke out of the confinement to make them walk.
She sat close to the only person she knew. It was her mother's best friend. She had lived in a village with many trees. That much she knew.
It hurt her to think of that painful moment in her life. She couldn't remember much of it now. All that came to her minds eye was terrible screaming she was asleep at the time. They had come in the middle of the night. She could still feel the cold touch on her skin as one of the men picked her up. She could not see anything the man's chest was the only thing in her field of vision.
She soon realized coming out of her sleepy state that this man was not her father. She could not even remember if she fought being kidnapped. She was thrown into the back of something. Just before hitting the hard stone, she caught a glimpse of her mother lying on the ground. Blood was still running out of the wound in her torso and her head. However, what scared her most was that her mother was not moving. She had hit her head on one of the walls and from there it went black.
When she opened, her eyes there were others there. She also remembered being roughly taken out of the stone confinement only to be placed on a stage. At the time, she didn't know what was going on the only thing she heard was numbers then a loud sold came to her ears. Only then did that little girl of eleven realize what had happened. She was now a slave!
Arms grabbed her; she was put into shackles and taken to a big palace inside the town. Thrown into a dark small space and was told this was where she was going to sleep and eat for the rest of her life. Moreover, she had been here ever sense.
The slave girl was disappointed with herself. She couldn't believe that this was all she could remember. Now approaching her sixteenth birthday and she couldn't remember her own name! Nor her parents faces or where she had lived!
All she saw when she thought of her mother now was black hair and green eyes. Just like her own. She didn't remember anything of her father. She supposed he had died sometime before she was taken. She remembered going to a funeral for someone years before she was taken.
Nevertheless, the one thing she had thought was weird was that she had pointed ears. She made sure to always keep her long hair over them to prevent people from seeing this strange quality.
She may not remember much but she would have thought that she would remember her mom having pointed ears at the least. She had once gotten into the library once and even found the book that may just tell her why, but she was caught by Kalab.
(AN: I'll talk about him later!)
In her daydream, the slave girl didn't notice her summons of the king. This earned her a slap on her cheek. And not a soft one either.
"Slave you are to bring the king his sword. Now don't dawdle this is a very significant task."
She hurried off to the weapons room. 'More like dungeon' She thought to herself. As she entered, a cool draft chilled her to the bone making her shiver. She rubbed her bare arms to give them warmth but her hands were just as cold as her arms.
The slave girl walked to the back of the room to where the sword was propped up against the wall. The sword almost clattered to the floor when she picked it up. She was not ready for such a big weight from such a small object. Balancing the sword in her hands, she went down the hallway quickly.
She understood that lashings were given out if you took to long doing anything. She slowed down a bit in order to catch her breath before slowly opening the doors to her masters throne room where he received all things he asked for unless told otherwise. She walked quickly to the king holding her head high.
When she reached the king, she kneeled to the ground, bowed her head, and raised the sword. He picked up his sword grasping it at the hilt.
"Good." Galbatroix said staring at the sword hungrily, and then he turned back to the still bowed slave, "You are to go back to your closet and eat your food. And are not to come out till you are called upon."
"Yes my King." She said getting up and started to walk fast backwards down to the doors, which she had left open, and out into the corridor. Only then, did she turn and walk down to her closet.
She was surprised at what she found at her door. Two slices of bread! It was not everyday that a mere bottom ranked slave such as herself got two slices. At first, she wondered if this meal was really meant for her. However, she waved all thoughts of that aside as her stomach rumbled and she scooped up her food and retreated into her closet.
The slave girl sat down on the ground of her closet, picked a small furry fox, and set her into her lap. She had had many pets like this fox, but unfortunately, they all seemed to run away when she would come back from working in the fields. However, not this one she had saved it from a pack of boys throwing stones at it on one of her trips to the market.
So she had always guessed that the small fox thought she owed a debt to her and had always stayed put in her closet. Either that or it was because she had a way with animals. She could calm down any animal even get it to come to her, to sleep, just about anything. From wild dogs, to hissing snakes.
The only problem was the animals she didn't want to attract followed her like lost puppies. Moreover, she could not stand that coyote that kept following her every time she left the palace to go to the market, or even to the horse stalls.
But him just following her around making people give her dirty looks and whispering things like 'wild slave girl' or 'I hear she sleeps in there den' wasn't the worst of it. It was that darn Kalab that kept following her.
He would just watch and wait for her to mess up then go running off to tell his dad. Boy then she would get it, three lashes at the most. So many times, she wished that his father wasn't the chief advisor to the king!
In her angry thinking, she had accidentally pulled the orange fox's fur and she darted out of her closet and down the hall. She cursed herself for the moment, but soon realized that if she didn't catch him quick she would get at least twenty for keeping 'such a filthy animal in her sire's house!
However, to her disadvantage Kalab was standing outside her closet. She groaned when she saw the smirk that was plastered to his face. She just wished that she could wipe it off his face with a tight slap! However, she knew she couldn't. He was at least two years older then her. And not to mention he had the build of a solider.
Upon seeing the pleading look on her face his smirk went even wider, if it was even possible, and he turned on his heel striding out of the corridor to his dad's office.
She felt terrible. And even thought of ways to get out of being in trouble. Her main one was running away but she knew that she could never pull it off. This place was to well guarded. While she sat and pondered out in the open she hadn't realized her mistake of just standing there till a gruff voice said "Come with me!" and a rough hand pushed her back making her stumble. She quickly regained her balance and followed wherever the hand on her back took her.
Her stomach felt like it had a traveling circus in it. She clutched as if she would throw up the moment she saw the double oak doors of the throne room. The man led her to the doors. In an instant, they were thrown open and she was roughly pushed into the large room. She could see Galbatroix sitting there on his throne. He had a smug expression on his face.
The slave girl had gathered as much that he had been informed already. Until she was standing in front of him, the smirk never left his face. Kalab was standing towards the left side of the room. He too had a smirk plastered on his face. However, there was one person she didn't know, that was there. She had to admit to herself that he was somewhat cute to. He had longish black hair and gorgeous eyes. But she knew that slaves and people of higher rank were not supposed to mix so she banished all of her feelings and reminder herself he was working for the enemy.
She still found this very weird. He was never at any of her other whippings. 'Maybe this one is supposed to be a little more interesting'. Her stomach did another flip. Thoughts of 'maybe Kalab knew something' and 'what will be so special about this one?'. But something snapped the slave out of her thoughts. It was the kings booming voice!
"Slave! This has to be the one-hundredth time you have defied my strict orders. And for that you would have received at least twenty-five lashes.-"
'At least?' A small pang of hope struck her body, but she knew not to get excited and especially not to smile.
"- However I am feeling very generous today, seeing as we are about to strike the Varden again, you will only receive ten." Galbatroix said as he clapped his hands setting the decree.
She was kind of happy, in a sort of twisted way. Of coarse she was being beaten but it was only a little more than her usual.
She remembered to keep the smile off her face. But she bowed to the king anyway before she was pushed harshly to the corner of the room. She blushed very slightly as her shirt was ripped off and her long, black, hair flung over her head.
She peaked through a crack in her hair and smirked just a little when she saw the stunned look on the one man &Kalab's face, and his ever so slightly widened eyes.. She traced there gaze, though she already knew where it was held, to her breasts. She gave a silent laugh and her smirk widened.
But her smirk fell quickly as she heard the whip get thrown back. She braced herself as the long seconds went by. She made every effort not to scream, and she succeeded, as the harsh whip fell onto her back and left a long gash cutting across her spine.
Searing pain filled her as the whip cracked and fell each time leaving a long gash across her back some even hitting her neck. She counted as the whip cracked and didn't scream once. Seven...eight…nine... but the last never came.
Silent tears ran down her face as she heard soft urgent whispers run through the room.
She took a silent peak at Kalab and the other man again and held back a laugh as she saw the sickened look on Kalab's face. And she couldn't help but feel a little saddened when she saw no emotion on the black haired males face.
She softly sighed and reminded herself harshly that he was the enemy! That he was on the side that beat her and the other slaves! The side that had Galbatroix, and that he was probably just as rude and vicious as him! But she only had had time to remind herself of that before she was turned around.
She saw the sickening smile of the person who was whipping her. And had only a few moments to figure out what was going on before the whip cracked and the hard end lodged itself into her soft flesh. It ran from her left shoulder across her breasts and onto her right hip.
This time she screamed. She screamed so loud that the person in front of her holding the instrument of her torture jerked the whips end out of her skin so fast it trailed across her skin leaving a light wound from her left shoulder to the edge of her right breast.
This only made her scream louder. If it were at all possible. She fell to the ground in a heap careful not to touch her wounds. Her body raked in heart wrenching sobs that shook her body with every passing second.
She heard laughing through out the room. In addition, the sound of reaching, which she just knew to be Kalab. In addition the sound of her master, the king, telling the to leave her alone. Nevertheless, her strong ears distinctly heard, through her loud sobs, the sound of quickly falling footsteps.
Her shirt was thrust into her face. She looked up to see no one but then felt dirty hand grab her shoulders to try to help her up. However, she held back a scream as the gash on her shoulder stung with the new contact. She sat up and put on her shirt. Blood already trying to seep through the light wool fabric.
She was weak and she could feel it. The young slave had only enough time to turn around to see her savior and hear the protests of the people in the room before she fainted. And then all she saw was blackness. Though she felt strong arms wrap around her and felt the bounce of him walking. And all she remembered was the face of the black haired man.
She could only guess that he wasn't as bad as she thought before she let sleep subdue her.
AN: Ok so please review and tell me if you like it! Yeah just, click that purple box on the bottom of this message.
Tootles -Nikki