Hicha! Well, I don't think this fic is very good. Hehehe, it just a dare some friend made against me because she said that I was a mindless weirdo without feelings. (She said it joking, not that it affects me very much ^^) We laughed or heads off and she dared me to write a fic about anything, but that it mustn't be funny! That's hard for me, my life is a joke (haha)! So she's doing one too. I'm not telling who she is or everybody will review her story. May the best weirdo win!
Disclaimer: Me no own. Go away.
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CHAP 1: A Thousand Lives For You
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Fire. The end for some things, beginning for some others. The city had to take the ending part as giant flames engulfed it. It had been the beginning for hundreds of slaves that had survived and started a new life. Away from all those horrible nights when they would suffer cold and hungriness.
She looked back. Her auburn hair flowing with the wind. Where could she go? Most slaves didn't a place to go. But at least they knew where to go. She didn't have the least idea of where she was. She was sure that nobody would welcome her in their houses. Not after the curse...
Her once snow-white fur was blackened and had that burning stench all over her body. Tears came to her forest green eyes, making the city view all blurry; like a watercolor with orange and red flowers. She had suffered so much in hands of those that hated her new being, cat-folk.
Was it worth suffering so much for him? Was it? All those nights. All those horrible nights? As much as she didn't believe it, it was. He was all for her. She always had him in her mind. She would be battered till she passed out. Every night. Everybody was amazed that she had survived all that time without dying. But they didn't seem too interested on her well being. But they needed every slave as possible. Families where taken down; men, old and sick ones, women, children... They cramped them all as possible in a cell. Broken-hearted mothers cried for their lost children, and dying children cried for their mothers.
Those cries broke her heart in thousands of pieces. In her cell there were so many sick children, she would her them sobbing at night, sleeping all together in a little bundle, their faces a portrait of sadness and death. She gave them her tiny portion of food that was given to everybody: half a piece of bread and a tiny cup of water. She stole food from the slave masters when they weren't looking. She was really good sneaking; been glad for once being a cat folk. She had barely eaten, she was dying, and she knew it. But she didn't want to just die. There were those children that needed her. She had the one thing many people tend to lose in those situations... the will to live.
In the afternoon something had started a fire. In a matter of minutes the whole slave city had burned down to ashes, leaving only huge towers of smoke and the remembrance of the past. Many people died. Slaves and slave masters. Showing that none was better than the other was. They died alike. It was sad, the slaves shouldn't have died like that. But their deaths, where life for others that sought for one years ago.
Soon they would start to try and recollect all the slaves. She had a deep gash on her side cause of a falling beam with a sharp edge. Everytime she moved, the floor moved with her. That didn't matter. She had to get as far away as possible. Her weary feet getting her away as fast as they could. Blood lost was getting her. Her last option was to hide. To hide and hope that everything would be okay.
She found a hollow tree half a mile away. She had fell so many times on those sharp stones, cutting the flesh of her bare feet; she was strong she would fall so easily. She hoped that this tree would save her. She prayed with all her might to all the gods she knew of. She prayed to survive, she prayed for her beloved, for a new future, but, over all, for those innocent little kids that had lost so much in their childhood.
Her weary eyes closed. The blood lost taking its effects at last. She took a deep breath. Tears streaked down her face. The stench odor torturing her to remember. She might not wake up again. She might never see again. But at least, she had helped, and that was enough to make her happy.
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What's gonna happen to the poor Neko-Chan? Is she gonna die? Is she gonna get captured again? Am I gonna win this bet? Answers for these and more questions in.... Next chapter! Wheeeee!!