Heeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllloooooooooooooo, all my fans!! And I'm back,
with not only the ninth chapter of An Angel's Innocence, but the prologue
of No One's Slave. The story takes place in ancient Arabic times, and I
didn't do much research on the culture or history of those times, so most
of the stuff in this story is going to be Aladdin-like, with the exception
of the clothing(I just wasn't feeling the fact that Jasmine had on the same
thing all the time!).I had to get rid of Halloween. Me and my slow self
just realized I wasn't ready to write it. In any case, now that the school
year's back on and I'm sixteen, I'm up and revving to go with a whole
truckload of stories in my head and a brand new computer(Thank u daddy!) to
write 'em on! So here goes nothin' and enjoy!(Prologue will come with
first chapter, don't worry. I know how bad I am at updating.)
~Moonlight Siren~
"Serena." "Serena!" "Serena?" "Serena--" "SERENA!!!"
Her name had been cried a number of times more countless than the stars. She was famous in lands farther than the Sahara deserts. Hundreds knew her personally, thousands more had known of those who had suffered her wrath. However, she was not a sultana, a princess or even a criminal. Serena, instead, however jokingly people called her name, was a feared house slave. Many had purchased her in hopes of telling the world that they had succeeded in breaking her spirits. Instead, most of them had come out of their ordeals broken in more place than one. At the moment, the Prince of Isberan owned her, and he was highly displeased. In one swift motion, he sent the slender girl sailing across his quarters and stormed over to where her sprawled body lay, watching as she cradled her cheek. She looked up at him and, whimpering, groveled before him. "Allah above.I am so sorry, my lord." He smirked. "That's more like it." He turned around and made to exit the room. "From now on you are to come to me, whenever I call you, even if it be in your sleep, you cursed girl! Furthermo--" There was a whistling sound and a sharp crack as something connected with the back of the prince's skull. He crumpled in a heap to the floor. A shadow advanced and towered over him. He finally recognized the figure as that of the slave's from between his heavy eyelids. He barely heard her say, "If that should not be lesson enough never to hit a woman, come again to me. I will be ready and waiting for you." Then all was black.
The sultan shook his head. "Serena, what am I to do with you?" He paced back and forth in front of his throne, not sure to make of the beautiful girl standing before him. "I must say that my son did deserve what he received, your cheek is horribly swollen--" He stopped again to get a good look at the large black bruise on her cheek and grimaced. "And my son is arrogant. But you are a slave, Serena! What will become of you if this keeps up? You are not as favored by others as you are by me. You are aware of this, aren't you?" The girl nodded slightly. "Ah, girl, I do not know. When you were smaller you were so loving.but then, as your first owner, I guess we both had good memories. I have come to care for you as a daughter and would dread to see anything happen to you." The girl smiled. "As I have come to care for you as a father. You have looked after me so well during my second stay here. It shall pain me to leave you again, though I should be glad to be free from the clutches of your abusive son." "I understand, my dear girl, I understand. I will see what I can do about your situation. There is a lesser lord friend of mine who is in a need of a chambermaid who is more agreeable than my son." "Thank you, my liege. Your kindness will be remembered."
~Moonlight Siren~
"Serena." "Serena!" "Serena?" "Serena--" "SERENA!!!"
Her name had been cried a number of times more countless than the stars. She was famous in lands farther than the Sahara deserts. Hundreds knew her personally, thousands more had known of those who had suffered her wrath. However, she was not a sultana, a princess or even a criminal. Serena, instead, however jokingly people called her name, was a feared house slave. Many had purchased her in hopes of telling the world that they had succeeded in breaking her spirits. Instead, most of them had come out of their ordeals broken in more place than one. At the moment, the Prince of Isberan owned her, and he was highly displeased. In one swift motion, he sent the slender girl sailing across his quarters and stormed over to where her sprawled body lay, watching as she cradled her cheek. She looked up at him and, whimpering, groveled before him. "Allah above.I am so sorry, my lord." He smirked. "That's more like it." He turned around and made to exit the room. "From now on you are to come to me, whenever I call you, even if it be in your sleep, you cursed girl! Furthermo--" There was a whistling sound and a sharp crack as something connected with the back of the prince's skull. He crumpled in a heap to the floor. A shadow advanced and towered over him. He finally recognized the figure as that of the slave's from between his heavy eyelids. He barely heard her say, "If that should not be lesson enough never to hit a woman, come again to me. I will be ready and waiting for you." Then all was black.
The sultan shook his head. "Serena, what am I to do with you?" He paced back and forth in front of his throne, not sure to make of the beautiful girl standing before him. "I must say that my son did deserve what he received, your cheek is horribly swollen--" He stopped again to get a good look at the large black bruise on her cheek and grimaced. "And my son is arrogant. But you are a slave, Serena! What will become of you if this keeps up? You are not as favored by others as you are by me. You are aware of this, aren't you?" The girl nodded slightly. "Ah, girl, I do not know. When you were smaller you were so loving.but then, as your first owner, I guess we both had good memories. I have come to care for you as a daughter and would dread to see anything happen to you." The girl smiled. "As I have come to care for you as a father. You have looked after me so well during my second stay here. It shall pain me to leave you again, though I should be glad to be free from the clutches of your abusive son." "I understand, my dear girl, I understand. I will see what I can do about your situation. There is a lesser lord friend of mine who is in a need of a chambermaid who is more agreeable than my son." "Thank you, my liege. Your kindness will be remembered."
