The OverLord's Daughter
By Arimi
Author's Note: This is an alternate reality story that I came up with while reading
Raymond E. Feist's Riftwar Saga. But like many of my stories ideas, it only has
one similarity between the books and my story and that is the main character's
profession, other than that it is completely different.
I would like to thank Diane, my editor. Without her, I don't know where I would
be. Without her advice and patience this story wouldn't be what it is today.
'….' denotes thought
~…~ denotes flashback
*…* denotes passage of time
-…- denotes dream/vision
**ADDED NOTE 3/1/03**
For all of those reading this at Fanfiction.net, this story has been completed.
However I will update by the number of reviews I have received for this story, so
if you like this story review it, and it will come along faster that way.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and its characters are the property of Naoko Takeuchi,
Toei, and many others. I lay no claim over the characters.
******************
Prologue
******************
It was the hottest day that Tulcyn, the capital of Krimea, had ever experienced.
The temperature was well above the boiling point, and a rationing of water had to
be put to place nation wide. It wasn't really the best day for a slave auction, but
Aerogon, the slave driver, didn't want to lose any money, and the heat had not
kept a lot of the potential customers away.
Endymion looked around in fear at his surroundings. He was eight years old, and
this would be his first slave auction. His parents had disowned him, because he
was different. Well at least that was what he thought. The guards, the gruff
clients who scoured up him and the others who were to be auctioned, and the
auctioneer were not the best people to be with, and Endymion had already seen
several of the others here being beaten to a bloody pulp.
So he remained silent, and did what he was told. They had been herded like cattle
on the way to a slaughterhouse. He had been given a number, and told to remain
quiet, and stand still until he was told to do otherwise. He once again asked the
gods what he had done to deserve this, and once again he received no answer.
Aerogon shouted for them to step forward, and the auctioneer began to shout.
Endymion closed his eyes, and worked to block the noise and heat out of his
mind. He imagined he was somewhere cool and calm, preferably a lake; he had
always loved to swim. He could feel the water around his ankles, and the birds
singing their joyful tunes. He had always done this when he had been little and
had become nervous or scared.
He imagined other children his age were there, and that they beckoned him to
come and play with them. Endymion felt himself smile, and yes, he wished he
could really be there. He wished he could be free. But most of all, he wished he
could be anywhere but where he was.
"86703!"
Endymion opened his eyes when he heard his number called. He stepped ahead
of the others, and gazed into the crowd. This was it. This was the moment that
would determine his destiny. All the fear, uneasiness, and trepidation began to
collect in his mind.
"Here we have a strong young boy, perfect for farm work. I would say he is
worth at LEAST 1500 crevats, what do you say! Do I have 1500?"
Endymion could not keep up with the auctioneer, and mainly looked at the crowd,
and wondered who his new master would be.
"Got 1500! Do I hear 1600? Come you don't want to miss this great buy! Got
1600! Do I hear 1700? !700! 1800! Do I hear 1900! There Goes 2000! Come
on, this is a prime deal!"
The confusion picked up in Endymion's mind. It would be any second now.
"GOING!"
"GOING!"
"2500!" came a booming voice from the back of the room.
"SOLD!"
The crowd became quiet and everyone turned, and split to reveal a heavyset old
man with a thick white beard. He wore deep red robes and on his right breast was
the crest that signaled him to be a member of the royal court. Endymion frowned.
It was a well known fact that the members of the royal court never used slaves,
even Endymion who was only eight years old knew that.
"Ah, well if it isn't our esteemed high magician, Corrigan," Aerogon said walking
up to the man.
"Ah, yes," Corrigan said, "I was just passing by, and I happened to see that this
boy was exactly what I had been looking for."
"Why, yes. He is very obedient. Very silent, says very few words. Parents
dropped him off you know."
"Hmmm," Corrigan said, and stared intently at Endymion. The boy in turn felt
himself to shrink underneath the man's gaze
"Come here boy."
Endymion could barely breath, but he forced himself to move once he saw the
look on Aerogon's face. The old man dealt down to him and looked him straight
in the eyes. Endymion felt a shiver go down his back. He felt like he was
exposed to the entire world, and that embarrassed him.
"Yes he is exactly the boy I am looking for."
******************
After Corrigan had gone through all the paperwork, and had given his courtesies
to Aerogon he led Endymion through the streets towards the palace. Corrigan
hadn't said a word to him since they had left the auction. Endymion was
worrying over what was coming, and he kept stealing glances at the old man,
trying to find some sort of explanation for what had happened.
Corrigan stopped and turned and looked at Endymion in that soul searching stare
that he had given him earlier.
"What is you name?"
"86703, sir."
Endymion said, remembering that Aerogon had said that a slave had no name, and
they were only to be identified by their number.
"No, the name your parents gave you."
"Endymion, sir," Endymion said softly.
"Endymion; that is a good strong name. Well, Endymion, I think you will turn
out to be a fine apprentice.
"Apprentice, sir?"
"Yes boy, I have no need for slaves, in a great world, slavery is forbidden. No, I
need someone who I can pass my knowledge on to. And you boy, have the Gift.
I can feel it in you. I will help you harness it. Now come, you look starved. And
those clothes you're wearing are already two lengths too small."
Endymion smiled, at the old man. Maybe his life would be alright after all.
*******************
To Be Continued….
*******************
End Notes: The world that takes place in is called Elcydor. Most of it is
unexplored and unknown. The country Krimea is the main force there. It is
roughly square shaped. It is split into provinces each ruled by a king, and the
whole thing is ruled by the High King. At the four corners of the country, there
are fabled OverLords who are said to rule over the beasts and demons. They are c
considered the main threat to Krimea.
Well there is the beginning. Do you like it? Either way, tell me what you think.
Your votes may not count, but here your opinion does!
By Arimi
Author's Note: This is an alternate reality story that I came up with while reading
Raymond E. Feist's Riftwar Saga. But like many of my stories ideas, it only has
one similarity between the books and my story and that is the main character's
profession, other than that it is completely different.
I would like to thank Diane, my editor. Without her, I don't know where I would
be. Without her advice and patience this story wouldn't be what it is today.
'….' denotes thought
~…~ denotes flashback
*…* denotes passage of time
-…- denotes dream/vision
**ADDED NOTE 3/1/03**
For all of those reading this at Fanfiction.net, this story has been completed.
However I will update by the number of reviews I have received for this story, so
if you like this story review it, and it will come along faster that way.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and its characters are the property of Naoko Takeuchi,
Toei, and many others. I lay no claim over the characters.
******************
Prologue
******************
It was the hottest day that Tulcyn, the capital of Krimea, had ever experienced.
The temperature was well above the boiling point, and a rationing of water had to
be put to place nation wide. It wasn't really the best day for a slave auction, but
Aerogon, the slave driver, didn't want to lose any money, and the heat had not
kept a lot of the potential customers away.
Endymion looked around in fear at his surroundings. He was eight years old, and
this would be his first slave auction. His parents had disowned him, because he
was different. Well at least that was what he thought. The guards, the gruff
clients who scoured up him and the others who were to be auctioned, and the
auctioneer were not the best people to be with, and Endymion had already seen
several of the others here being beaten to a bloody pulp.
So he remained silent, and did what he was told. They had been herded like cattle
on the way to a slaughterhouse. He had been given a number, and told to remain
quiet, and stand still until he was told to do otherwise. He once again asked the
gods what he had done to deserve this, and once again he received no answer.
Aerogon shouted for them to step forward, and the auctioneer began to shout.
Endymion closed his eyes, and worked to block the noise and heat out of his
mind. He imagined he was somewhere cool and calm, preferably a lake; he had
always loved to swim. He could feel the water around his ankles, and the birds
singing their joyful tunes. He had always done this when he had been little and
had become nervous or scared.
He imagined other children his age were there, and that they beckoned him to
come and play with them. Endymion felt himself smile, and yes, he wished he
could really be there. He wished he could be free. But most of all, he wished he
could be anywhere but where he was.
"86703!"
Endymion opened his eyes when he heard his number called. He stepped ahead
of the others, and gazed into the crowd. This was it. This was the moment that
would determine his destiny. All the fear, uneasiness, and trepidation began to
collect in his mind.
"Here we have a strong young boy, perfect for farm work. I would say he is
worth at LEAST 1500 crevats, what do you say! Do I have 1500?"
Endymion could not keep up with the auctioneer, and mainly looked at the crowd,
and wondered who his new master would be.
"Got 1500! Do I hear 1600? Come you don't want to miss this great buy! Got
1600! Do I hear 1700? !700! 1800! Do I hear 1900! There Goes 2000! Come
on, this is a prime deal!"
The confusion picked up in Endymion's mind. It would be any second now.
"GOING!"
"GOING!"
"2500!" came a booming voice from the back of the room.
"SOLD!"
The crowd became quiet and everyone turned, and split to reveal a heavyset old
man with a thick white beard. He wore deep red robes and on his right breast was
the crest that signaled him to be a member of the royal court. Endymion frowned.
It was a well known fact that the members of the royal court never used slaves,
even Endymion who was only eight years old knew that.
"Ah, well if it isn't our esteemed high magician, Corrigan," Aerogon said walking
up to the man.
"Ah, yes," Corrigan said, "I was just passing by, and I happened to see that this
boy was exactly what I had been looking for."
"Why, yes. He is very obedient. Very silent, says very few words. Parents
dropped him off you know."
"Hmmm," Corrigan said, and stared intently at Endymion. The boy in turn felt
himself to shrink underneath the man's gaze
"Come here boy."
Endymion could barely breath, but he forced himself to move once he saw the
look on Aerogon's face. The old man dealt down to him and looked him straight
in the eyes. Endymion felt a shiver go down his back. He felt like he was
exposed to the entire world, and that embarrassed him.
"Yes he is exactly the boy I am looking for."
******************
After Corrigan had gone through all the paperwork, and had given his courtesies
to Aerogon he led Endymion through the streets towards the palace. Corrigan
hadn't said a word to him since they had left the auction. Endymion was
worrying over what was coming, and he kept stealing glances at the old man,
trying to find some sort of explanation for what had happened.
Corrigan stopped and turned and looked at Endymion in that soul searching stare
that he had given him earlier.
"What is you name?"
"86703, sir."
Endymion said, remembering that Aerogon had said that a slave had no name, and
they were only to be identified by their number.
"No, the name your parents gave you."
"Endymion, sir," Endymion said softly.
"Endymion; that is a good strong name. Well, Endymion, I think you will turn
out to be a fine apprentice.
"Apprentice, sir?"
"Yes boy, I have no need for slaves, in a great world, slavery is forbidden. No, I
need someone who I can pass my knowledge on to. And you boy, have the Gift.
I can feel it in you. I will help you harness it. Now come, you look starved. And
those clothes you're wearing are already two lengths too small."
Endymion smiled, at the old man. Maybe his life would be alright after all.
*******************
To Be Continued….
*******************
End Notes: The world that takes place in is called Elcydor. Most of it is
unexplored and unknown. The country Krimea is the main force there. It is
roughly square shaped. It is split into provinces each ruled by a king, and the
whole thing is ruled by the High King. At the four corners of the country, there
are fabled OverLords who are said to rule over the beasts and demons. They are c
considered the main threat to Krimea.
Well there is the beginning. Do you like it? Either way, tell me what you think.
Your votes may not count, but here your opinion does!