My Burden
By Elven Warrior
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the plot, perhaps. The characters are not mine, save for the ones that I have created.
Chapter Two Fear
They dragged her along further into the center of the town, where she saw more people who appeared to be in the same predicament as she was. They came up to a small building that looked as though it had been an inn at one point, but now was strictly used for the business of slave trade. She had been so busy looking around that she did not notice that the man on the horse in front of her had gotten off and was holding her chain in his hand. "Lets go. The auction starts in a few minutes," he said as he dragged her along. He had taken her near a platform and stood her next to it. "Now pay attention. The auction will be starting in a few minutes so I have to make this quick. We put you up there on the platform when it is your turn to go up. The auctioneer will take a look at you, figure a good price, and the bidding begins. After we sell you we will bring you back down and you will go in the cage with the rest of slaves. Once your new owner had paid for you we will take you out and what happens to you after that is your owner's business, got it?" he said. The only answer she could give him was a simple nod. "Good." She could feel the fear rising from the pit of her stomach and she was beginning to feel sick. Without even realizing the time that had passed, she realized that she was being put up on the platform. "Well folks, let us see what we have here! Ah, we have ourselves an Elf! And my, my, what a lovely one indeed. Tell me dear, how old are you?" asked the auctioneer. She thought about it, something that she had not done in a long time. She decided not to give her age in the span of men, for then she would appear very old. "Seventeen," she said. It was not a lie. According to Elf years, she was seventeen. "Well, a nice young one we have here. She looks a little beat up, but theirs nothing a little bathing can't do! Come on folks, what do you say? How about we start the bidding at 1,000," and he started the bidding. She felt like she could just crawl under a rock and die. She truly wasn't paying attention until she heard the auctioneer say," Sold! To the man in the brown for 4, 000!" Four thousand? The rest of the slaves hadn't even sold for over three hundred, let alone four thousand. She just stood there lost in her thoughts as someone pulled her off of the platform and dragged her along. She stumbled as she was dragged over to the cage, as the man had told her about. Inside, there were already men, women, and children waiting. Most of the women and children were crying, and the men were trying to comfort them. The door was pulled open and she was shoved inside. The door closed behind her and she made her way over to a corner that was not so crowded. By this time she was nervous about what would happen when the person who had paid all that money for her came and got her. Would he hurt her? Why would he have use for a girl such as she? All of these thoughts flew through her mind and she began to feel ill. She grasped one of the bars on the corner of the cage in which she was standing, and then the door swung open again. The man came in and grabbed her by the arm. He pulled her out and closed the door. He was leading her back to the platform when he said, "It's time for you to meet your new owner."
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the plot, perhaps. The characters are not mine, save for the ones that I have created.
Chapter Two Fear
They dragged her along further into the center of the town, where she saw more people who appeared to be in the same predicament as she was. They came up to a small building that looked as though it had been an inn at one point, but now was strictly used for the business of slave trade. She had been so busy looking around that she did not notice that the man on the horse in front of her had gotten off and was holding her chain in his hand. "Lets go. The auction starts in a few minutes," he said as he dragged her along. He had taken her near a platform and stood her next to it. "Now pay attention. The auction will be starting in a few minutes so I have to make this quick. We put you up there on the platform when it is your turn to go up. The auctioneer will take a look at you, figure a good price, and the bidding begins. After we sell you we will bring you back down and you will go in the cage with the rest of slaves. Once your new owner had paid for you we will take you out and what happens to you after that is your owner's business, got it?" he said. The only answer she could give him was a simple nod. "Good." She could feel the fear rising from the pit of her stomach and she was beginning to feel sick. Without even realizing the time that had passed, she realized that she was being put up on the platform. "Well folks, let us see what we have here! Ah, we have ourselves an Elf! And my, my, what a lovely one indeed. Tell me dear, how old are you?" asked the auctioneer. She thought about it, something that she had not done in a long time. She decided not to give her age in the span of men, for then she would appear very old. "Seventeen," she said. It was not a lie. According to Elf years, she was seventeen. "Well, a nice young one we have here. She looks a little beat up, but theirs nothing a little bathing can't do! Come on folks, what do you say? How about we start the bidding at 1,000," and he started the bidding. She felt like she could just crawl under a rock and die. She truly wasn't paying attention until she heard the auctioneer say," Sold! To the man in the brown for 4, 000!" Four thousand? The rest of the slaves hadn't even sold for over three hundred, let alone four thousand. She just stood there lost in her thoughts as someone pulled her off of the platform and dragged her along. She stumbled as she was dragged over to the cage, as the man had told her about. Inside, there were already men, women, and children waiting. Most of the women and children were crying, and the men were trying to comfort them. The door was pulled open and she was shoved inside. The door closed behind her and she made her way over to a corner that was not so crowded. By this time she was nervous about what would happen when the person who had paid all that money for her came and got her. Would he hurt her? Why would he have use for a girl such as she? All of these thoughts flew through her mind and she began to feel ill. She grasped one of the bars on the corner of the cage in which she was standing, and then the door swung open again. The man came in and grabbed her by the arm. He pulled her out and closed the door. He was leading her back to the platform when he said, "It's time for you to meet your new owner."