Story by: HikariKai
Disclaimer: HikariKai does not own One Piece
Summary:
Mavis Montague is an abused thirteen year old girl whose drunk parents were brutally killed when slave traders raided the town of Coffler. Sold as a slave among many in the town of Minesburg to a pirate cook, she begins her adventurous journey of opening up and finding her true self.
Thunder boomed and lightning flash, the cold wind howled through the thin wooden walls of the barn, making her shudder. She was cold and hungry but she didn't utter a single word nor make a solid whimper. Neither did she leak a tear, unlike the other adolescents around her.
Blood had been shed a night ago. Slave traders rampaged through the town of Coffler, setting fire to their warm cottages and capturing teenagers. They killed the young ones and the elders, chaining up the rest and tugging them to the slave traders' hideout, an old farm by the countryside.
They had been killed before her sight, their blood sprinkling onto her as the daggers of the large man who had tied her up cut through the main arteries and veins on their necks. Whatever, she didn't give a care anyway. They had always come home late at night drunk anyway, taking up the bottles and smashing them on her lithe body, smacking her, pushing to the wall. She had learnt to defend herself during those times, discovering her incredibly strong leg muscles. Defending herself against her own parents.
The town's famous brat, Amelia D'frago, was bawling her eyes out next to her. The thirteen year old frowned and kicked Amelia away from her into the wall some distance away. The teenager shut up, whimpering a little.
'Silence is good,' she thought. 'I'll need the sleep for the journey to Minesburg town tomorrow.'
There was to be a slave auction at the harbor tomorrow and they would have to walk all the way to the warm town of Minesburg.
Loosening the rope around her wrists, she picked up a rubber band lying on the floor and tied her shoulder length blonde hair up into a low ponytail. Her forest green eyes scanned the area she was in before spotting some hay in the corner of the barn.
She stood up, revealing long legs clothed in black pants and her torso, decked in a black long-sleeved shirt. A silver necklace hung around her neck, the pendant the shape of a cross, leaves and vines intertwining around it. She had been wearing it since she was born, as far as she could remember.
Picking the hay up, she set it down onto her previous spot, fluffing it up and lying down on it. She crossed her left arm behind her head like a pillow, fingering the necklace pendant thoughtfully. She had visited an old gypsy a year ago and the old woman had spoken to her words of great dept. She lay there on the hay contemplating those words.
"My child, it seems your destiny to leave this place and travel the seven seas, for it is where you will find you refuge."
"M-my refuge?"
"Yes child," The lady spotted the necklace and gasped loudly, crystal ball falling from her hands to the ground, rolling some distance away. "That necklace! The symbol of Faeruth, has it selected its heir already? What is you name child?"
"T-they call me Mavis, ma'am. Mavis Motague," She stuttered a little shaken by the old gypsy's reaction to seeing her necklace.
"Ah yes, in time, dear child, you will understand these words. But for now, remember them for they concern your future." The old lady went into an enthralled tone of voice, freaking the poor girl out ever so slightly.
"For it is said, that she will be the one to resolve Faeruth's war, and Helen, the ruler of Faeruth shall rise within the heir and take control of the chaos, for only the girl shall know the true power of peace. She will grow up strong and righteous, for Helen's spirit lives in her. The reincarnate of the peacemaker shall rise when the time is right, neither dusk nor dawn, but only when she feels it is the right time to come out so."
The girl took out her flute and fingered it, the slave traders were foolish and failed to take it away from her. Holding it tightly, green eyes closed swiftly and soon the peaceful rising and falling of her chest became solidly fixed, and the one was soon asleep.
Author's Note: Another short start, still only a start. Am too tired to speak, I shalt leave thee now.
