(This first chapter seems to have to do nothing with the powerpuff girls,
however in the next chapter you'll see why it is written as so...)
Ch 1!
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"Get up you %^$*#!" Yelled out 'master.'
The 15 year old girl he was yelling at narrowed her eyes as she walked up to her master.
"Yes?" she said in her beautiful, slightly low, voice with half lidded eyes.
"Fetch me my wooden shoes slave!" he screamed.
"Right away... sir." The girl went outside into the hot air. She went into a room in another building nearby. She went straight to the shoes that were on a low table (used only for his shoes) and was starting to walk back to her master when something caught her eye.
"What's this?" she asked herself. She picked up the smooth object she saw lying on the wooden floor. It was covered with ashes. She stared at it for a few moments trying to scrub the ashes off with her hand. Giving up, she slid it into her torn purple jacket's pocket (which really was just scraps of cloth worn about her shouders with a small pocket). She rushed back out in fear she took a little bit too long. Anything and everything made her master mad. She was right as she neared the room he was in.
"What took you so long you wretched girl!? You've been gone for 5 minutes!" he bellowed.
The girl stared at the floor in angry shame. She didn't dare look at him in the eyes.
"You dare do such a thing I will make you sleep in the dungeon again! Now go and fetch my daughter. It is time for her to choose her husband, and don't take so long or I will throw you out!" he said to her.
The girl did as she was told. She almost raced to Yamia's room, which was filled with delightful things. It had rubies in every plant's pot, Yamia's name in gold at the top of her door, and dozens of fine silvers (mainly necklaces) on many of her beautiful tables. The slave cautiously entered the other girl's fancy room.
"Miss Yamia?" she called out in a whisper.
"Yes?... oh it's you." she said in disappointment when she saw the slave girl. "What is it that you want?" she asked in a majestic voice.
"It is time to choose your future husband milady," she told her gloomily.
"Ah, yes! Wonderful! I'll go there straight away!" she ran out of the room while pushing the poor slave girl roughly (and rudely) to the hard floor below. The girl did not cry. She never did. She only stood back up calmly and walked back to her master's room after Yamia.
"My dear, dear Yamia. I have chosen good and handsome men for you. I'm sure they are to your liking. Pick, pick my fair daughter!" said the master joyfully.
His daughter scanned the 30 men who were standing proudly before her. She went up to the first man and asked for his name.
"I am Toko miss and am 27 years old. I will be kind to you to no end!" he said with a smile.
Yamia frowned, not liking him. She passed him and continued doing so until she reached the last man.
"I am the powerful Kantanka and I will do as you say. I am the age of 29 and I must tell you milady, you are indeed very beautiful," he complimented her.
"That's nice," she yawned. "Well then, I suppose I have chosen father. I pick this man here." she walked over to a well-muscled man. "Um, what is your name again?"
"It is Fqeen miss Yamia," he answered.
"All right. I choose you. Come, follow me. I will see you to your new room." she turned to the master, "Father, get rid of these other foolish men. I wish to never see them set foot in our palace again."
The master waved a lazy hand at his guards. The guards guided the other men out. Then he watched his beautiful eldest daughter, Yamia, go to her bedroom with her to-be husband. The wedding was to come in three days. He then set his eyes on his pitiful slave.
"Slave!" he bellowed. "Call the maid and tell her to bring me my dinner!" he then walked off to his own bedroom to get ready for his meal.
The slave girl walked off headed to tell the maid her orders.
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Ch 1!
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"Get up you %^$*#!" Yelled out 'master.'
The 15 year old girl he was yelling at narrowed her eyes as she walked up to her master.
"Yes?" she said in her beautiful, slightly low, voice with half lidded eyes.
"Fetch me my wooden shoes slave!" he screamed.
"Right away... sir." The girl went outside into the hot air. She went into a room in another building nearby. She went straight to the shoes that were on a low table (used only for his shoes) and was starting to walk back to her master when something caught her eye.
"What's this?" she asked herself. She picked up the smooth object she saw lying on the wooden floor. It was covered with ashes. She stared at it for a few moments trying to scrub the ashes off with her hand. Giving up, she slid it into her torn purple jacket's pocket (which really was just scraps of cloth worn about her shouders with a small pocket). She rushed back out in fear she took a little bit too long. Anything and everything made her master mad. She was right as she neared the room he was in.
"What took you so long you wretched girl!? You've been gone for 5 minutes!" he bellowed.
The girl stared at the floor in angry shame. She didn't dare look at him in the eyes.
"You dare do such a thing I will make you sleep in the dungeon again! Now go and fetch my daughter. It is time for her to choose her husband, and don't take so long or I will throw you out!" he said to her.
The girl did as she was told. She almost raced to Yamia's room, which was filled with delightful things. It had rubies in every plant's pot, Yamia's name in gold at the top of her door, and dozens of fine silvers (mainly necklaces) on many of her beautiful tables. The slave cautiously entered the other girl's fancy room.
"Miss Yamia?" she called out in a whisper.
"Yes?... oh it's you." she said in disappointment when she saw the slave girl. "What is it that you want?" she asked in a majestic voice.
"It is time to choose your future husband milady," she told her gloomily.
"Ah, yes! Wonderful! I'll go there straight away!" she ran out of the room while pushing the poor slave girl roughly (and rudely) to the hard floor below. The girl did not cry. She never did. She only stood back up calmly and walked back to her master's room after Yamia.
"My dear, dear Yamia. I have chosen good and handsome men for you. I'm sure they are to your liking. Pick, pick my fair daughter!" said the master joyfully.
His daughter scanned the 30 men who were standing proudly before her. She went up to the first man and asked for his name.
"I am Toko miss and am 27 years old. I will be kind to you to no end!" he said with a smile.
Yamia frowned, not liking him. She passed him and continued doing so until she reached the last man.
"I am the powerful Kantanka and I will do as you say. I am the age of 29 and I must tell you milady, you are indeed very beautiful," he complimented her.
"That's nice," she yawned. "Well then, I suppose I have chosen father. I pick this man here." she walked over to a well-muscled man. "Um, what is your name again?"
"It is Fqeen miss Yamia," he answered.
"All right. I choose you. Come, follow me. I will see you to your new room." she turned to the master, "Father, get rid of these other foolish men. I wish to never see them set foot in our palace again."
The master waved a lazy hand at his guards. The guards guided the other men out. Then he watched his beautiful eldest daughter, Yamia, go to her bedroom with her to-be husband. The wedding was to come in three days. He then set his eyes on his pitiful slave.
"Slave!" he bellowed. "Call the maid and tell her to bring me my dinner!" he then walked off to his own bedroom to get ready for his meal.
The slave girl walked off headed to tell the maid her orders.
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