Chapter 3
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Ares was still a little shook-up from the Auction Block. It was terrifying having to stand before a whole crowd of people, waiting for one of them to become the controllers of her fate. But when Valcan unleashed his strength like that...
She shuddered. She never felt anyone like that. He was very strong. Physically, mentally, and by rank.
And he was a Warlord Prince. She never knew one before. The men in her territory were all Warlords. She never had to deal with the temperament of a Warlord Prince. She never knew how terrifying they could be.
At the same time, however, she was grateful that he was willing to protect her. He was a very powerful ally. She would be a fool to shrink away from him because he scared her.
She remembered when Roselv's body had fallen to the ground, lifeless and cold. The people around him backed away and the women gasped, but not much else happened that made his death seem so terrible.
The Announcer kept the auction moving, most-likely using Craft to move the Warlord's carcass from the crowd, and then settled the spectators with some calming words. Finally, Valcan was brought up to the platform, as Ares was led off, shaking. When she passed him, Valcan seemed to have a glimmer in his eyes. It was terrifying. He glanced at her once, but not again. She tried tocatch his attention, so he could open a psychic link,but he was shut off from the world.
Then Ares was led to a different cell than the one she had previously occupied. Shewas told to wash up and change her clothes as to be more presentable for her new masters.
She cringed when she saw the tub she was to bathe in. And then she shivered when she put her foot in the ice-cold water, but she did clean herself as well as possible. She took extra care of her cuts from the whip lashes and she cleaned her hair as best she could.
Ares re-dressed in the clothes provided for her and braided her wet hair, and then curled it around her head so it would stay in bun. She used Craft to keep it up. The clothes given to her were not anything remarkable: asimple skirt and shirt. She left her old attire in the room, seeing how it was torn and stained with her blood and sweat.
She thanked the Darkness before she exited the room that no one had found she was using her Craft. She would most-likely be punished for doing so. But, then again, that was why her mother trained her to hide what she was. So that she could get away with using what she had, and not be in danger because of it.
Hello, My Legions!
Iapologize for the abruptness of this chapter. It's kind of a filler, so that may explain why it's unreasonably short.
The next update will be better, with another character coming to the surface that we all know and love!
Please read and review!
And also... For those of you who use matches...(for whatever purpose you cater to...) don't use the cheap kind in the little cheap booklets, because they DON'T work. they break and their strike pads are shot.
Use the wooden kind!
perhaps to ignite this story, because it sucks. (no, i was kidding. it only KIND OF sucks.)
(well, aren't we being modest?)
Au Revoir!