Disclaimer: Lalalala. . . . I don't own Belgarath, blah blah or anybody
that appears in any of David Eddings books. I do own Samedi, Jules,
Chissa, Mildred and any other characters I decide to put in this story.
Belgarath had refilled his tankard. He was waiting for the children to regroup and sit back down.
He was always happy when he had an attentive audience like these young ones. He nad became deeply involved in the story also as he wove his tale of Samedi and Jules.
Finally everybody had crowded around. He began.
Mildred's POV
All I ever wanted was to get to married and have children. That was all.
I did not ask for all of this. I know my life is on the line and I have the will to live. Even though I did not pass the first test, I still have hope that I will live or even become Queen Salmissra.
I do not hate Samedi and Jules. They have to try and survive just like the rest of us.
They know they have a chance to live though. I want to know that.
I want to know that one day I will be able to see my mother again. I want to go back home and see Fran, my one and only friend. I just want to be normal again.
But no, I can't. I can't go back to being a carefree girl. I have to live. I just have to.
I once saw a slave ship passing by the harbor. The stench of rotting, unwashed bodies filled my nose. I couldn't imagine being captured and taken away from my home. But now I feel captured, like those slaves. I may be clean but I feel like a slave. I don't want to be like a slave.
Samedi and Jules are being lavished upon with gifts. Their maid Chissa wakes them up, makes there beds, feeds them, and basically keeps them separate from us.
The other girls and I toil away in a house to warm for the muggy climate. Those people say they want to see how much we can endure.
I know better.
They want us to keep our minds occupied so we won't think about the end. It shall come soon. I heard that Queen Salmissra is waning away. She is hanging onto life by a thread. It's a wonder they haven't killed her with some poison. It is buying me time to make a plan of escape.
Meanwhile, the other "look-a-likes" are being trained to walk, talk, and act like the First Handmaiden. Chissa is teaching them very carefully and sometimes I eavesdrop just to see what is going on around me.
Chissa once caught me looking in on them. She scolded me severely and told me to go off and make the best of my life. I see she knows also about what happens after the new Queen is chosen.
Just wait. I will get out of this. I don't care how high the stakes. I will not go down like this.
AN: Thank you to my reviewers. I hope you enjoy this chapter. If you have time please email me at anna@accessnet.com and inform me on how to fix errors in a chapter, and how to do bold, and italics also! Thank you. Oh! Sorry for the short chapter.
Aqsa: Thank you for the review. I have continued and I hope you like this chappie also.
Sarah: You are my number one reviewer! Thank you for explaining the joke to me. At first I didn't know what you were talking about. Yes I suppose you have to be there to get it, but I'm sure it was funny! Thank you for always reviewing!
Son of Santa: Thank you for your review and the finding of my mistake. If you wouldn't mind emailing me and telling me how exactly to change this mistake: as in take it off the Internet w/o actually taking the whole story off. I'm sure it's simple and the solution is right under my nose. But I need help!
Belgarath had refilled his tankard. He was waiting for the children to regroup and sit back down.
He was always happy when he had an attentive audience like these young ones. He nad became deeply involved in the story also as he wove his tale of Samedi and Jules.
Finally everybody had crowded around. He began.
Mildred's POV
All I ever wanted was to get to married and have children. That was all.
I did not ask for all of this. I know my life is on the line and I have the will to live. Even though I did not pass the first test, I still have hope that I will live or even become Queen Salmissra.
I do not hate Samedi and Jules. They have to try and survive just like the rest of us.
They know they have a chance to live though. I want to know that.
I want to know that one day I will be able to see my mother again. I want to go back home and see Fran, my one and only friend. I just want to be normal again.
But no, I can't. I can't go back to being a carefree girl. I have to live. I just have to.
I once saw a slave ship passing by the harbor. The stench of rotting, unwashed bodies filled my nose. I couldn't imagine being captured and taken away from my home. But now I feel captured, like those slaves. I may be clean but I feel like a slave. I don't want to be like a slave.
Samedi and Jules are being lavished upon with gifts. Their maid Chissa wakes them up, makes there beds, feeds them, and basically keeps them separate from us.
The other girls and I toil away in a house to warm for the muggy climate. Those people say they want to see how much we can endure.
I know better.
They want us to keep our minds occupied so we won't think about the end. It shall come soon. I heard that Queen Salmissra is waning away. She is hanging onto life by a thread. It's a wonder they haven't killed her with some poison. It is buying me time to make a plan of escape.
Meanwhile, the other "look-a-likes" are being trained to walk, talk, and act like the First Handmaiden. Chissa is teaching them very carefully and sometimes I eavesdrop just to see what is going on around me.
Chissa once caught me looking in on them. She scolded me severely and told me to go off and make the best of my life. I see she knows also about what happens after the new Queen is chosen.
Just wait. I will get out of this. I don't care how high the stakes. I will not go down like this.
AN: Thank you to my reviewers. I hope you enjoy this chapter. If you have time please email me at anna@accessnet.com and inform me on how to fix errors in a chapter, and how to do bold, and italics also! Thank you. Oh! Sorry for the short chapter.
Aqsa: Thank you for the review. I have continued and I hope you like this chappie also.
Sarah: You are my number one reviewer! Thank you for explaining the joke to me. At first I didn't know what you were talking about. Yes I suppose you have to be there to get it, but I'm sure it was funny! Thank you for always reviewing!
Son of Santa: Thank you for your review and the finding of my mistake. If you wouldn't mind emailing me and telling me how exactly to change this mistake: as in take it off the Internet w/o actually taking the whole story off. I'm sure it's simple and the solution is right under my nose. But I need help!