Nia was restless today, no new slaves were due till the end of the week and she had already worked out with the others. Being unable to read made her near insane, and everyone else was in the village for the festival. Deciding that today would be as good as any to go for a walk she put on her cape and went out into the spring rain.

Nia always avoided the village; the people there were very superstitious and didn't like her eyes. So she took the long way out and around the village and out into the desert, hearing laughing she wandered toward it thinking she recognized some voices.

" Can't believe you kept this prize away from the Tajha, he'll sell for quite a bit of money." Nia came to a halt and listened, frowning.

" Yeah, why won't he stand up, he looks sick."

"Naw he's not human, the man I got him from says he's a dragon, iron hurts them I guess." This wasn't right, Nia stiffened, her mistress was being cheated!

Stepping into the open she cleared her throat. " Gentlemen I think you have just made a grievous mistake." The men became quiet; recognizing her as the Tajha's pet they took up their arms and attacked her.

Needless to say she won against the untrained men leaving two out of the four dead and the others unconscious.

Finished with that she called out, " Hello, who ever you are, call out and I'll shackle you with better things than iron." Nia heard something shift in the sand, a body and immediately began toward it, " I won't hurt you." Her feet ran into something hard, reaching down Nia touched human flesh. Feeling further she found his head and neck. He was alive and conscious, but barley.

" There are five." his voice was raspy, and hard to hear.

" What, five what." Nia undid the iron shackles, it was the last thing she remembered.