Disclaimer: I do not own +anima. If I did, I would be basking in the glory of awesomeness. *sadly basking in weirdness*
Chapter One
In Sailand, +Anima are slaves. To own one you would need a license, and to own a license, you need money. +Anima to the ages of five and up are sold. If they are younger, they are entitled to stay with a parent until they are old enough to be sold.
Sarah, a newborn child who has skin the color of the midnight sky and dark brown eyes, was crying in her mother's hands.
"Why won't she stop?" the husband complained to the doctor. "Why is she still crying?"
"Scientifically, it is because she is gasping for breath, but you are correct, she is crying a bit more than other babies do." The doctor said rubbing his hands to warm them.
"I'm just glad both of us are alive." The mother said rocking the baby. "Come on Duke, you try holding her." She passed the baby to the father.
"Leona, dear I have no idea how to hold a baby," he tried to push Sarah away.
"Just hold her Duke. She's as light as bowl, and she doesn't bite." Leona giggled as the doctor exited the room.
"Fine, but if I accidentally drop her, it's your fault." He said taking the baby. "Why is her skin so dark, I'd say it's unnatural?"
"I think it's pretty." Leona smiled.
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"I hate school!" A five-year old Sarah exclaimed, stomping her foot. "Why do I have to go?"
"You need proper education. That is why." Her mother sighed, crossing her arms.
"Mom, I hate it when you use big words." Sarah's eyes had turned a greenish-blue.
"Education means learning. You can use that word at school today. Go on!" she ushered Sarah to the door.
Sarah groaned, rubbing her now, light brown arms. Both her skin and hair have been getting lighter and lighter in color as she got older. She ran to the door and pulled the heavy stone door open with a grunt.
As the day passed her usually, temper and back-talking ways handed a note to her parents. This in turn pulled her temper even lower into the pits of anger.
When her mother strolled up, Sarah unenthusiastically pulled the parchment out her sack. Sarah pursed her lips when she gave the note that she had received, to her mother. Leona responded with a lecture.
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, Sarah, blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah." She finished with a high key "Blah".
"I'm punished for a week?" Sarah responded dully.
"When did I say that? You're getting ice cream." She grunted with a sarcastic tone.
"Really?" Sarah said hopefully.
"No." was the mother's response.
When they got home, Leona gave the note to her father. His response was interesting.
Duke shouted as loud as his lungs could stand it, and then he went to a lower tone, "Sarah dear, why do you do this?" he pleaded other answers but Sarah kept quiet, for she had no answers to fling back.
Then the mother chimed in, shouting, "Listen to your father, and respond when requested!" she threw in other hateful terms and hurtful words when Sarah started to yell:
"It's not my fault!" she yelled thrusting her balled fist to the ground. Her shoulders were ripped open by a pair of midnight wings, and her upper chest was covered with long, black feathers; her slender arms were being covered in a blackish-brown fur, and her fingers were replaced with shiny black claws.
Both Duke and Leona gasped with horror. Their child was a +Anima. By law, they were required to sell her to a slave owner since they had no license.
Before they could respond, Sarah yelled ferociously and slashed a dark claw toward Leona slashing her shirt and penetrating her skin. Leona's body was flung to the floor, her body covered in crimson liquid; also, spilling on the floor.
Duke backed away from the +Anima, his face was covered in a frightened look as he glanced to Leona's corpse and back up at Sarah.
Sarah locked her eyes on him with a desperate look in her moss colored eyes. At that, she fell on the floor, as her anima retracted.
Duke waited a moment then picked up Sarah, grabbing a board, and leaving for town.
When Sarah woke, she saw her father looking at her.
"What is it?" she asked but to no avail.
He then slung a rope around her neck. The rope was attached to a wooden plank that read: Mixed Anima 7000 gillah.
Sarah hung her head down unknowing what happened. What did I do? I'm not a + Anima. She thought.
A man caught notice of the sign and walked up. "What is a mixed anima?"
"It is a +Anima with two animas in it." Duke responded.
"Is this a joke?" the man asked giving Sarah a harsh look. "There is no such thing."
"It is true! I saw it with my own eyes!" the ex-father (Sarah now called him) exclaimed.
"I have an idea; I will pay the entrée fee to sell it at the action, for 1000 of whatever price it gets, you keep the rest." He said calmly.
"Good idea. I agree." He bargained.
He stood Sarah up and brushed her off telling her to style her hair. She groaned at the comment and walked ahead, staying wary of the strange man.
At the auction house, she was placed as number seven. When her time came, she stepped out into view of the many slave owners' observant eyes.
"This here is number seven a …er… raven and bear +Anima," the auctioneer yelled stuttering on the last part. "We'll start the bid at 3000 gillah."
"3500!" one shouted.
"4000, 4000, do I hear a 4000?" the auctioneer yelled.
"Over here!" another man shouted.
"Right, we have 4000 gillah. Any higher?" he asked in hope of a high cost.
"5000!" the strange man who put Sarah in the auction, yelled.
"5000, any higher? 5000, 5000 gillah going once, twice, sold!" he exclaimed.
"Great, you bought her. I have no meaning of intruding, but what are you going to do with her?" Duke asked.
"It will work in my circus." Then the man walked off to gain his prize.
The father ran to the man's side and continued to walk with him. When they got to the stand, the man said, "I was the one who bought number seven. My name is Robert Ruzuki; here is my license."
"Ahhh, Mr. Ruzuki, welcome back. You had a nice trip, correct?" the man asked checking the license. Then he gave Robert the 5000. He split that up and gave all of it to Duke, save for 1000 of it.
"Yes, it was a great success going to Stella. I made a lot of money there." Robert said with a smile.
"Good, Good. Here is the girl." He said pushing Sarah to Robert. He then pulled up to Robert's ear, "you probably got scammed, y' know."
"Yes," was his simple answer. He walked out with Sarah and Duke at his rear.
"Her name is Sarah, ok." Duke told Robert.
"Yuck, what a horrible name. Your name is now… Memoir." He smiled. "I'll remember that name."
Memoir looked at Duke, "Go away Duke, you traitor."
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Teddie: Yay! Coolness! Dis is meh first chapter of Sorrow in the Night. This is all my first stuff.
Memoir: Why is my name a pun?
Teddie: Just because.
Memoir: Grrr….
Teddie: .
Duke: Why don't you love me?
Memoir: Go away Duke or I will bite your head off!
Duke: *visibly scared*
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