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Extended Summary: A Scanran girl named Selenay is the daughter of a warlord defeated by Magur. Magur...uses her. Then, in order to keep the peace with Carthak, he sells her as a slave to Kaddar. I haven't though much past that yet...except that there will be fluffyness later, probably between Kaddar and Selenay, but if anyone wants something different, I'm open to all suggetions!
(Chapter2)
(Four Years Later…)
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Selenay woke up in Magur's bed. She looked distastefully at the great lump lying beside her. She slipped out of the bed and wrapped one of the coarse sheets around her body.
Unashamedly, she walked through the hallways of her home, used to the lewd stares that came her way. When she got to her room, she looked wistfully at the bed that always remained perfectly made up. She hadn't slept in her own bed since she was fourteen and Magur first found a sexual interest in her.
Selenay let the sheet fall to the ground. She would return it later.
A shift slipped over her head, then an elaborate black gown that emphasized her pale skin. Deft fingers braided long blonde hair. Her blue eyes showed only one emotion: indifference.
"Lady Selenay," She turned as she heard the door to her room open. Nodding to the man who came in, she turned back to the mirror, intent on disguising the circles under her eyes. She refused to show any sign of weakness to Magur.
The guardsman came everyday at the same time. A few minutes before the sun rose, he would come in to escort her to breakfast.
"The King commands you to come down and join him for breakfast this morning. You will stay with him all day today." The guard bowed out to allow her to finish her morning routine.
She wore black everyday, for she was not through mourning for those that she had lost the day that Magur had conquered the fortress. Magur had hung the severed head of her father in his room, to serve as a grisly trophy of accomplishment.
The heads of the other Warlords were there too, shrunken and rotting. Every night, before she fell asleep at Magur's side, she looked at her father's head and cried herself to sleep.
The sun flooded her chambers with light. Selenay turned and glided out with ethereal grace. She knew, as the guard took her arm to escort her to breakfast, that Magur would be waiting at the table for her, the hunger in his eyes stealing her appetite.
"Milady!" She stopped in the doorway at the sound of Magur's cold voice. The young guard stumbled slightly at the sudden halt. Selenay took a cautious step forward, wondering why Magur sounded so angry.
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"Come here Selenay." Magur growled as the girl hesitated in the doorway to the great hall. He was all too aware of the Carthaki "ambassador" sitting beside him.
Selenay dropped the arm of the guard and walked slowly over to his table. When he patted the cushion on his left side, she sat down. He could see that her entire body was tense.
"Princess Selenay," he mocked her in his harsh tones, "I would like you to meet Ambassador Sathi." Magur glared at Sathi with muted hatred.
"Good day, Princess Selenay," The Ambassador said in accented Scanran. He looked slightly affronted when Selenay only nodded to him. With an arched eyebrow, Sathi turned to Magur, "Doe your 'Princess' always treat everyone this way?" the disdain in his voice was obvious.
"Yes," Magur said with a small amount of satisfaction. "She's a mute." He didn't add that she hadn't always been a mute.
"Oh," said Sathi simply.
Selenay could feel the Ambassador's eyes roving over her body, and she squirmed inwardly. Outwardly, she was the picture of calm, cool, apathetic, staring solemnly at the table.
"Let's eat." Magur clapped his hands irritably, and a caravan of servants brought out heaping platters of food. When only a small portion of delicacies were placed in front of Selenay, Sathi asked about it.
"Why, when we get huge foods, does the Princess only get little foods?" Sathi was pleased to find a flaw with Magur.
"She doesn't ever eat more than that." Magur growled, spitting out pieces of food.
"I'm sure." The insulting sarcasm was so blatant, that Magur felt his battle madness starting to come over him.
"Selenay," Magur waited until she looked up from picking at her food. "Go get my broadsword and a dagger for yourself." His words were soft enough for only Selenay to hear. Quietly, she got up from the table, and went to get the weapons. She could feel the eyes of the Ambassador on her back, watching her leave.
She walked down to the chambers that Magur had claimed as his own. She knew exactly where his broadsword was; she had taken it out and contemplated killing him many times while he slept.
She opened the huge trunk and struggled to lift the broadsword out. It was heavy enough that most people couldn't lift it properly. She dug around the bottom of the trunk for the silver dagger that was tucked into the lining. As she tucked the dagger into her bodice, she heard footsteps echoing across the floor and whirled around defensively.
The Ambassador Sathi stood there, grinning at her. Her eyes widened, and she struggled to lift the broadsword in her own defense.
"Don't play games, Selenay, you and I both know that you can't lift that sword much less use it." He took a step toward her still smiling. She hefted the sword a little higher, hoping he would go away.
Of course he didn't.
She wanted to ask him how he had gotten away from Magur, why Magur hadn't come chasing after him. She wanted to scream out for help. The words formed on her tongue, but they wouldn't come out of her mouth.
"You want to know how I got away, don't you? I can see it in your eyes." But Sathi wasn't looking at her eyes; he was staring intently at the sword in her hands. The sword was becoming increasingly heavy, and Selenay felt that she would drop it at any moment. "My men are holding Magur at bay, lovely, and he is weaponless, while they are armed with the best Carthaki weapons. Magur will escape with his life, as long as I can have anything I want."
With a clatter, Selenay dropped the sword that weighed her down. She thought she saw a flash of red too, but she wasn't entirely sure that she could trust her eyes. As soon as she dropped the sword, Sathi was standing in front of her, far too close for comfort.
His hand darted out with snake-like speed and snatched the dagger that was hidden in the bodice. He spun her around and pressed the dagger to her throat. "Listen," He said, "Your King comes."
Selenay could hear the pounding of many feet on the stone floor. She closed her eyes and concentrated on holding back the tears that threatened to fall.
"Sathi! What are you doing with my Princess?" She heard Magur's indignant voice, and she opened her eyes.
Magur stood before them, looking worse for the wear. He held a battered sword in his hand, and he wore a murderous expression.
"Why, I'm just taking what is due to me, my dear Magur. You said, so long ago, that you would give me whatever I wanted if you won your conquests. You have, and I have come to collect my due." Sathi pressed the dagger a little harder into the soft skin of Selenay's throat. She gasped slightly, her first sign of pain.
"Fine take her. Take whatever else you want." Magur looked defeated. He had been caught in his own snare.
Sathi smiled and took the knife away from Selenay's throat. His large hands locked her wrists together in an iron grip. She struggled to get free for a few moments, and then hung her head in defeat when she realized that he wasn't going to let go.
"That's right." Sathi murmured in her ear. He shoved her out of the room, still holding tightly to her wrists.
As Selenay stumbled past Magur, she saw the hate burning in his eyes, and she shuddered, glad not to be its target. Groups of men peeled off from the mob surrounding Magur and left with Sathi, raiding everything that was in reach.
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A/N: I didn't think that there were enough stories about Scanra on here. So I wrote one. Does anyone else agree with me? Anyway...thatnks to Black Dragon Diva for reviewing!!! I appreciate the compliments...:o)!!
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~Even*Song~
Extended Summary: A Scanran girl named Selenay is the daughter of a warlord defeated by Magur. Magur...uses her. Then, in order to keep the peace with Carthak, he sells her as a slave to Kaddar. I haven't though much past that yet...except that there will be fluffyness later, probably between Kaddar and Selenay, but if anyone wants something different, I'm open to all suggetions!
(Chapter2)
(Four Years Later…)
*#*#*
Selenay woke up in Magur's bed. She looked distastefully at the great lump lying beside her. She slipped out of the bed and wrapped one of the coarse sheets around her body.
Unashamedly, she walked through the hallways of her home, used to the lewd stares that came her way. When she got to her room, she looked wistfully at the bed that always remained perfectly made up. She hadn't slept in her own bed since she was fourteen and Magur first found a sexual interest in her.
Selenay let the sheet fall to the ground. She would return it later.
A shift slipped over her head, then an elaborate black gown that emphasized her pale skin. Deft fingers braided long blonde hair. Her blue eyes showed only one emotion: indifference.
"Lady Selenay," She turned as she heard the door to her room open. Nodding to the man who came in, she turned back to the mirror, intent on disguising the circles under her eyes. She refused to show any sign of weakness to Magur.
The guardsman came everyday at the same time. A few minutes before the sun rose, he would come in to escort her to breakfast.
"The King commands you to come down and join him for breakfast this morning. You will stay with him all day today." The guard bowed out to allow her to finish her morning routine.
She wore black everyday, for she was not through mourning for those that she had lost the day that Magur had conquered the fortress. Magur had hung the severed head of her father in his room, to serve as a grisly trophy of accomplishment.
The heads of the other Warlords were there too, shrunken and rotting. Every night, before she fell asleep at Magur's side, she looked at her father's head and cried herself to sleep.
The sun flooded her chambers with light. Selenay turned and glided out with ethereal grace. She knew, as the guard took her arm to escort her to breakfast, that Magur would be waiting at the table for her, the hunger in his eyes stealing her appetite.
"Milady!" She stopped in the doorway at the sound of Magur's cold voice. The young guard stumbled slightly at the sudden halt. Selenay took a cautious step forward, wondering why Magur sounded so angry.
*#*#*
"Come here Selenay." Magur growled as the girl hesitated in the doorway to the great hall. He was all too aware of the Carthaki "ambassador" sitting beside him.
Selenay dropped the arm of the guard and walked slowly over to his table. When he patted the cushion on his left side, she sat down. He could see that her entire body was tense.
"Princess Selenay," he mocked her in his harsh tones, "I would like you to meet Ambassador Sathi." Magur glared at Sathi with muted hatred.
"Good day, Princess Selenay," The Ambassador said in accented Scanran. He looked slightly affronted when Selenay only nodded to him. With an arched eyebrow, Sathi turned to Magur, "Doe your 'Princess' always treat everyone this way?" the disdain in his voice was obvious.
"Yes," Magur said with a small amount of satisfaction. "She's a mute." He didn't add that she hadn't always been a mute.
"Oh," said Sathi simply.
Selenay could feel the Ambassador's eyes roving over her body, and she squirmed inwardly. Outwardly, she was the picture of calm, cool, apathetic, staring solemnly at the table.
"Let's eat." Magur clapped his hands irritably, and a caravan of servants brought out heaping platters of food. When only a small portion of delicacies were placed in front of Selenay, Sathi asked about it.
"Why, when we get huge foods, does the Princess only get little foods?" Sathi was pleased to find a flaw with Magur.
"She doesn't ever eat more than that." Magur growled, spitting out pieces of food.
"I'm sure." The insulting sarcasm was so blatant, that Magur felt his battle madness starting to come over him.
"Selenay," Magur waited until she looked up from picking at her food. "Go get my broadsword and a dagger for yourself." His words were soft enough for only Selenay to hear. Quietly, she got up from the table, and went to get the weapons. She could feel the eyes of the Ambassador on her back, watching her leave.
She walked down to the chambers that Magur had claimed as his own. She knew exactly where his broadsword was; she had taken it out and contemplated killing him many times while he slept.
She opened the huge trunk and struggled to lift the broadsword out. It was heavy enough that most people couldn't lift it properly. She dug around the bottom of the trunk for the silver dagger that was tucked into the lining. As she tucked the dagger into her bodice, she heard footsteps echoing across the floor and whirled around defensively.
The Ambassador Sathi stood there, grinning at her. Her eyes widened, and she struggled to lift the broadsword in her own defense.
"Don't play games, Selenay, you and I both know that you can't lift that sword much less use it." He took a step toward her still smiling. She hefted the sword a little higher, hoping he would go away.
Of course he didn't.
She wanted to ask him how he had gotten away from Magur, why Magur hadn't come chasing after him. She wanted to scream out for help. The words formed on her tongue, but they wouldn't come out of her mouth.
"You want to know how I got away, don't you? I can see it in your eyes." But Sathi wasn't looking at her eyes; he was staring intently at the sword in her hands. The sword was becoming increasingly heavy, and Selenay felt that she would drop it at any moment. "My men are holding Magur at bay, lovely, and he is weaponless, while they are armed with the best Carthaki weapons. Magur will escape with his life, as long as I can have anything I want."
With a clatter, Selenay dropped the sword that weighed her down. She thought she saw a flash of red too, but she wasn't entirely sure that she could trust her eyes. As soon as she dropped the sword, Sathi was standing in front of her, far too close for comfort.
His hand darted out with snake-like speed and snatched the dagger that was hidden in the bodice. He spun her around and pressed the dagger to her throat. "Listen," He said, "Your King comes."
Selenay could hear the pounding of many feet on the stone floor. She closed her eyes and concentrated on holding back the tears that threatened to fall.
"Sathi! What are you doing with my Princess?" She heard Magur's indignant voice, and she opened her eyes.
Magur stood before them, looking worse for the wear. He held a battered sword in his hand, and he wore a murderous expression.
"Why, I'm just taking what is due to me, my dear Magur. You said, so long ago, that you would give me whatever I wanted if you won your conquests. You have, and I have come to collect my due." Sathi pressed the dagger a little harder into the soft skin of Selenay's throat. She gasped slightly, her first sign of pain.
"Fine take her. Take whatever else you want." Magur looked defeated. He had been caught in his own snare.
Sathi smiled and took the knife away from Selenay's throat. His large hands locked her wrists together in an iron grip. She struggled to get free for a few moments, and then hung her head in defeat when she realized that he wasn't going to let go.
"That's right." Sathi murmured in her ear. He shoved her out of the room, still holding tightly to her wrists.
As Selenay stumbled past Magur, she saw the hate burning in his eyes, and she shuddered, glad not to be its target. Groups of men peeled off from the mob surrounding Magur and left with Sathi, raiding everything that was in reach.
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A/N: I didn't think that there were enough stories about Scanra on here. So I wrote one. Does anyone else agree with me? Anyway...thatnks to Black Dragon Diva for reviewing!!! I appreciate the compliments...:o)!!
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~Even*Song~