I almost forgot to say-
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Sad, sad.
Oh well.
Alie quickly ran to the dingy slave quarters, eyes flashing. How could she have been so stupid? She could have moved out of the way. Dumb cook. Idiotic king. Now the prince had seen her tattoo, and knew her secret. Who would look after Ashee, poor, sweet Ashee, if she were hung? And what if they learned Ashee too had the Amazon mark? Alie would never be able to rest peacefully. But she mustn't think of such things right now. If the prince had even seen her dragon, he was probably too foolish to know what it meant. That thought, if nothing else, calmed Alie. She sighed, slowing to a walk. Ashee would surely notice her flustered self, she needed the few moments to think a plausible excuse.
The mute little sister of Alie (based off the Flame Assassin or Lady Assailant of the Red Flame card. Yeah, I know, you wouldn't think her to be a mute or a little sister. Deal with it! Just kidding ^-^) sat unnoticed in the corner of the crowded slave quarters, right sleeve up, tracing the careful curves of the phoenix tattooed there. She looked up, pulling down the sleeve, and moments later Alie burst through the door, well more of a ragged cloth hanging than a door, amber eyes scanning the room for her younger sibling. The twenty or so others didn't even notice her presence as she made her way to the grimy corner.
"Ashee." The thirteen-year-old greeted her three-year-older sister with a smallish wave. Ashee carefully channeled her thoughts to speak, in a way, to Alie. The phoenix power within her helped this amazing feat.
'How is the game going?' Alie strained herself to respond. The connection was hard on both siblings, so they had to limit this kind of contact.
'Alright, I suppose. The court still thinks I love the king, even if I did spill wine on him. He's not likely to try that again.' Ashee nodded, but looked up from the floor, her green eyes locked on Alie's. The two sisters looked extraordinarily alike, with the same silver hair, which Ashee pulled into a side ponytail and Alie wore down, and the same brilliant eyes, although different colors. They both looked nothing like their mother, though Alie saw almost saw shadows of the person she hated in her and Ashee's faces.
'…at else…penned? Ou look…ustrated.' Ashee's mental powers were clearly wavering and could only pronounce this out of-What else happened? You look frustrated. But Alie knew perfectly well what Ashee meant to say. The connection broke, so Alie was forced to speak aloud.
"At the banquet, I was serving drinks and the cook crashed into me…and the snot-nosed prince saw…" Alie looked around to be sure none of the sleeping slaves heard her, then flipped up her sleeve. Even the sister's closest friends would turn them in if they knew. It could mean freedom. "…my dragon." Ashee's eyes opened wide, mouth hanging open. For five years her sister and her had carefully hidden, knowing they would someday break free and return to the Amazon. They, at least, knew the proud warrior blood could never fall. They were simply hiding, awaiting the perfect time to strike. The Amazons would be back. The rulers of Srieg just didn't know it yet. And when the Amazon did rise again to conquer, Alie and Ashee would escape from the seemingly inevitable dust and grime, grime and dust that was their slavehood.
Someday.
Someday soon.
Author's note: Okay, I'm kinda off to a slow start, but I'm introducing all the major characters. You'll have to bear with me again as the next two chapters or so will be bringing in characters so you'll be familiar with them when the 'adventure' starts.
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Sad, sad.
Oh well.
Alie quickly ran to the dingy slave quarters, eyes flashing. How could she have been so stupid? She could have moved out of the way. Dumb cook. Idiotic king. Now the prince had seen her tattoo, and knew her secret. Who would look after Ashee, poor, sweet Ashee, if she were hung? And what if they learned Ashee too had the Amazon mark? Alie would never be able to rest peacefully. But she mustn't think of such things right now. If the prince had even seen her dragon, he was probably too foolish to know what it meant. That thought, if nothing else, calmed Alie. She sighed, slowing to a walk. Ashee would surely notice her flustered self, she needed the few moments to think a plausible excuse.
The mute little sister of Alie (based off the Flame Assassin or Lady Assailant of the Red Flame card. Yeah, I know, you wouldn't think her to be a mute or a little sister. Deal with it! Just kidding ^-^) sat unnoticed in the corner of the crowded slave quarters, right sleeve up, tracing the careful curves of the phoenix tattooed there. She looked up, pulling down the sleeve, and moments later Alie burst through the door, well more of a ragged cloth hanging than a door, amber eyes scanning the room for her younger sibling. The twenty or so others didn't even notice her presence as she made her way to the grimy corner.
"Ashee." The thirteen-year-old greeted her three-year-older sister with a smallish wave. Ashee carefully channeled her thoughts to speak, in a way, to Alie. The phoenix power within her helped this amazing feat.
'How is the game going?' Alie strained herself to respond. The connection was hard on both siblings, so they had to limit this kind of contact.
'Alright, I suppose. The court still thinks I love the king, even if I did spill wine on him. He's not likely to try that again.' Ashee nodded, but looked up from the floor, her green eyes locked on Alie's. The two sisters looked extraordinarily alike, with the same silver hair, which Ashee pulled into a side ponytail and Alie wore down, and the same brilliant eyes, although different colors. They both looked nothing like their mother, though Alie saw almost saw shadows of the person she hated in her and Ashee's faces.
'…at else…penned? Ou look…ustrated.' Ashee's mental powers were clearly wavering and could only pronounce this out of-What else happened? You look frustrated. But Alie knew perfectly well what Ashee meant to say. The connection broke, so Alie was forced to speak aloud.
"At the banquet, I was serving drinks and the cook crashed into me…and the snot-nosed prince saw…" Alie looked around to be sure none of the sleeping slaves heard her, then flipped up her sleeve. Even the sister's closest friends would turn them in if they knew. It could mean freedom. "…my dragon." Ashee's eyes opened wide, mouth hanging open. For five years her sister and her had carefully hidden, knowing they would someday break free and return to the Amazon. They, at least, knew the proud warrior blood could never fall. They were simply hiding, awaiting the perfect time to strike. The Amazons would be back. The rulers of Srieg just didn't know it yet. And when the Amazon did rise again to conquer, Alie and Ashee would escape from the seemingly inevitable dust and grime, grime and dust that was their slavehood.
Someday.
Someday soon.
Author's note: Okay, I'm kinda off to a slow start, but I'm introducing all the major characters. You'll have to bear with me again as the next two chapters or so will be bringing in characters so you'll be familiar with them when the 'adventure' starts.