The Prophecy

While I sit here in my room thinking back on the many years of training I have done. I've found that I am now callous, but how could I not be. I've been through hell and back since I was born, but some time after my father sold me to a slave dealer I seemed to realize why I've went through what I went through.
"The Gods are testing me," I thought out loud.
As I remembered I placed a silver locket on top of a trunk in the middle of my room and slowly start to circle it. My mother had given it to me when I was little. I was never able to open it no one was except for him. At night I can still remember what happened it has been over 10 years but it is still as vivid as it will ever be.
I lived in a city called Suhaj were my father was an important man. People would call him a 'gift from the gods' or my favorite 'He who knows all' I on the other hand thought he was a charlatan.
My mother was a very sick person as far has I was told, she died when I was 6. When I got older my father told me I resemble her, as a matter of fact that's what he said to me before he sold me to the slave dealers 'you look to much like her I cant stand looking at you,' bastard I was only 14 at that time.
I start to walk down the narrow hallway thinking about the past, my past. I can just imagine what he said to his people 'I am sadder but wiser,' or some kind of cliché like that and of course they will eat it up, bastards all of them. As I start to wander around the outside walls I bump into the man that found me and I started to drown in floods of memories.
After I was sold they tied me to the back of their carriage but not before I put in my last shot.
"Man, what happened to you nose," said Seller Number-one.

"The little runt here did it," said Seller Number-two.

"She doesn't look so tough."

"Like you even know what tough looks like," I said, "especially being around him."

"My now ain't you a little candid," said Seller Number-one.

"Now ain't you all smart using words like candid and all what's next conservative." then he hit me so hard that I flew back a few feet. "I'll get you back for that," I thought to myself. "Gag her," said someone before it all went black.
I woke up some time later they made camp and was fast asleep by the time my dizziness faded. I was tied to a tree trunk in front of a fire and everything from the past couple of days started to flood back to me. I started to look around and notice a blade close by. "Stupid men probably got drunk and forgot about it," I thought to my self. I started to reach out with my foot and dragged it towards my back so I can grab the hilt. Once I cut myself loose I tied the men to the tree I was just at and used some more rope I found in the carriage, they felt like they were dead.
"Lucky for them or else I would have done it," I panted.
When I was done I then unhooked the horses and took some food, water, and blankets for the trip. I was probably riding for months at a time, my supplies gone weeks before. Finally I saw life but when I got closer I fainted.
When I woke up it was to see someone cooking. The food looked so good that when I sat up my stomach growled which alerted him.
"Hey, you're awake," said the man or should I say boy he looked no
more then 15 at most he didn't even have facial hair, yet.
"Aye," was all I could say between the smell of food and my
throbbing head I was in a complete dazed.
"Here drink this," he said wail-putting water in my mouth to
drink. Once done I started to notice how handsome he was he had wild
black hair and light brown eye's his skin tone was a golden brown
color much like mine and his shirt was buttoned down to show the same
color skin with a nicely cut body.
"Now, how do you feel?"
"Better thank you"
"Guillermo."
"Thank You, Guillermo," then my stomach growled when I got a
whiff of the food again.
"You must be hungry," said Guillermo, while making a bowl of hot
stew, " By the way, what were you doing out in the middle of the
desert?"
"Desert?" I said now noticing my surroundings.
"Of course, Beautiful, were else would you be?" He said not
knowing that he calling me 'Beautiful' was the first time anyone ever
dared to call me so. I've been told I looked like my mother,
obviously, but I know I can never compare to such beauty. Father made
sure everyone feared him and made it clear for no one to remind him of
his late wife or to socialize with me for some reason.
"Mmm, the last time I ate I was somewhere near a river," I said staring at the bowl of stew in his hands.
"The nearest river from hear is probably a few months away," Guillermo said puzzlement written all over his face.
"Then you see why I'm very close to copping off your hand just
for some stew."
"Oh, yes of course," handing me the bowl of stew, "So what
happened for you to cross my path, lovely," their it goes again
another word that make's me want to hear it again and again.
"Say that again."
"Say what?" It must have been the look in my eye's or something
because it felt like he new everything about me, "Are you telling me
that no one ever told you that you were beautiful because you are. In
fact your simply breath taking," he said looking into my eyes and there began our journey.