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Chapter 3 Worst Days of Their Lives

Jerrold and Daria were considered irreparable and best friends, until one day.

It was 3 years after Daria and Jerrold first met and it was spring and Daria's father wanted to move to Ayortha. That would mean bringing Daria along. Daria promised to write Jerrold and visa-versa. It felt like their hearts were being ripped out and used for soccer balls. (I know soccer balls didn't exist then, but it's an analogy for today's time period.)

The wrote each other telling each other everything for about one year, until Jerrold had to go to the Ayortha royal court. They sent less letters, but still about one every 3 months. And when they did write it was mainly just polite, impersonal letters. Finally they lost complete contact when Daria moved to a tiny little village in Ayortha.

Seven Years After Daria leaving Kyrria

"Wake up you idiotic girl! You're being sold today!" Daria heard her father screech and cackle evilly.

Ever since her mother had died last year her life had been hell. First he thinks she reminds him too much of her mother. Then her father treats her like a servant. And lastly he decided that she wasn't worth anything to him, so it would be more valuable to sell her as a slave.

At the slave market

Daria looked around, they're were few other people there. Slave selling had just been make legal and although it was popular slaves weren't in very great supplies. There was an old man who looked to skinny and fragile for work, a woman about her age who looked scared, but still very pretty, and a small boy, most likely an orphan, who looked absolutely terrified and he was crying.

Daria walked over to the small boy and pulled him into a hug, "What's wrong?"

"They're gone, they both died," he sobbed into her shoulder (she was knelt in front of him.

"Shh. It's ok. Everything will be alright," Daria said in a comforting voice. Everyone, except Daria, was in ragged clothes. "What's your name?"

"Daniel."

"Well Daniel, I haven't a clue what will happen, but I'll try to help you."

"Thank you miss. What is your name?"

"Daria."

"Thank you miss Daria."

"Your welcome, Daniel."

"Why are you here? Your clothes are nice."

"Thank you. My mother died and my father doesn't want me, so here I am."

"So your family's dead too."

"I guess that's one way of putting it."

Then the slave auction began. It started with the woman that looked to be about Daria's age. She sold to a man who was wearing a grin that looked like he didn't need a slave for work, but rather to be used.

Next was the old man who was sold to a baker who looked kind.

Next it was Daria's turn, and that's when the Prince Jerrold arrived. He looked much more stern and heartless. Daria just stared at him. He took his turn to look at her. He first moved her head from side to side as the first man had done to the girl. "Do you recognize me, Jerrold?" she asked.

"No Slave." Those words stung more than death itself, expect that she wasn't sure how bad death would sting as she was still here.

"That's sad."

"I'll take this one. How much?" he asked the man in charge of the auction.

The man told him the price and Jerrold paid him. Then turning back to Daria, "Come Slave."

"Whatever changed you this much must have been bad," Daria asked in a fake cheery voice.

"What is up with you and being so personal?" Jerrold asked annoyed and his voice rose slightly, but you could still tell. "Did I dance with you once and you thought you actually had a chance or something?"

"No actually we danced about 50 times without instructions to dance together to dodge suitors."

"That's nice," Jerrold said coldly leading her towards a royal carriage.

"So what brings you to Ayortha anyways. You live in Kyrria."

"I'm here at the Ayorthian court," Jerrold said through gritted teeth, "but we're going back to Kyrria today."

"Oh good! I'll get to see Bibiana again!" Daria exclaimed in a real cheery voice.

"I haven't I clue how you know my cook, but yeah you'll get to see her."

"I guess eventually you'll realize who I am and probably kill yourself." After saying that Jerrold slapped her hard across the cheek.

"I'll never regret what I've done to any of my slaves," Jerrold hissed at her.

"Oh, you will. You just wait and see, for you have bought someone you haven't heard from in six years."

"What's your name, Slave?"

"Why should I tell you?" she asked sweetly, but coldly at the same time.

"I'm your Master and you are to obey me!" Jerrold nearly yelled at her, fortunately the curtains were drawn over the windows.

Daria just laughed. "You will be sorry," she mused. He slapped her again.

"You're really starting to get on my nerves girl."

"Really I had no idea," Daria replied rolling her eyes. He was about to slap her again, but her words stopped him, "By the way I've been beaten at home, so slapping me isn't going to do much because I've had much worse."

"Just shut up."

"Why should I?"

"Because I told you to."

The entire ride back to the Kyrrian Palace was like that so it was a very long ride. Even longer than a normal five hour ride.

When they finally got there Jerrold said, "Do you know you way to the kitchens?"

"Yeah we used to run around everywhere."

"Then just go there and tell them you're new and ask them what they want you to do."

"Bye." With that she walked off towards the kitchen. When she reached it she pushed open the door and saw a very familiar sight she hadn't seen in a long time. "Bibiana?" she called to the old head cook.

"Yes?" called a voice from around the corner to the other part of the kitchen. When she rounded the corned she stopped in her tracks then ran to Daria and hugged her. "Daria?"

"Yes I'm home. It's so nice to be back again."

"What are you doing in here? You should be running around with Jerrold!" Bibiana exclaimed through happy tears.

"Jerrold bought me at a slave market and doesn't recognize me, so I'm not telling him. In time he'll figure it out if not I'll tell him," Daria explained simply.

"So how's life?" Bibiana asked her leading her over to the table to sit down.

"Well my mother died last year. My father treated me as a slave, then sold me as one. Jerrold doesn't recognize me and has already slapped me twice, but I'm back home where I belong. Life's good."

"You mean terrible."

"It could be worse."

"I guess."

"How is Jerrold? I haven't seen him for seven years and he certainly changed a lot."

"He's changed because you left. He never had any friends except you. It's changed him more cold and hard-hearted. He must not recognize you. He even tried to forget you."

"How are the King and Queen?"

"Um... well you see... they passed away in an ogres attack."

"Oh," Daria said in a very sad voice.

"That's also what added to his attitude change."

"Yeah. I would say so. What do you want me to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I work here now, what do you want me to do?"

"Go tell Jerrold who you are," Bibiana said jokingly, but still hopeful.

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I hope that you liked it!!! Please review!!! It makes my day and stops me for a few minutes from trying to pop my recently developed Gangling Sist. It's starting to hurt. Unfortunatly hitting it on the wall isn't working, and my friends aren't hitting it hard enough with the Geography book. And now I have to wear my brace whenever I type. Shh. I'm not right now. Please review!!!