"Father, I'll be perfectly fine. It's only for a few weeks. I love you."
Those were the last words Elena had spoken since she left her father. That had been nearly three weeks ago, and now, she was on a Zygerrian slave ship bound for Tatooine.
I should have listened to you father, I shouldn't have gone. If I could just see you and Obi-Wan once more. There's so much I didn't get to say. Now, I'm doomed to a life of slavery, to be bought and sold like an animal.
The moment they landed, she was taken to the trader's block and sold to a gladiatorial trainer. She had no time to process any of this before she was thrust onto a chain of slaves bound for the same destination. From the moment the pirates had boarded her ship, she felt as if she were in a dream, that none of it was real. It was like a horrible nightmare she couldn't wake from, and it kept getting worse. It was hot and dry, she'd had neither food nor drink in nearly forty-eight hours. With the twin suns beating down on her, she would be dead by nightfall.
She and the other slaves began their trek to their new "home". She was chained next to a young Togrutan, his lekku barely touching his shoulders and his montrals not quite two inches tall. He couldn't have been more than seven-years-old, not even old enough to really understand what was happening to him.
She knew what his life would be like, and he didn't need to start worrying any sooner than he had to. His fate was sealed, and the chances of him reaching adulthood were very slim. However, she didn't know what would happen to her. She knew why they would take males, but there were almost twice as many girls chained on the line. She decided it best not to think about that for too long.