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Chapter iv
Sybil Mira led her to her chambers. A small room really, the walls a gray stone panted with the popular silvery color that Luna used for everything. Crescent had very little belongings because shells didn't have any money that they could use to by pleasurable things like toys or pretty bedspreads and stuffed animals. Crescent had few books, neatly stacked on her small white shelf and a plain white pillow and covers. She was only given white rags for clothing with a silver rope for a belt and brownish shoes that didn't quite fit her. Crescent packed what she had of her room and returned to Sybil.
"Your going to come with me to get supplies and some cloths since you only have very little and a hair brush and toothbrush. You won't have to share with all the other disgusting shells anymore." The last words were like dripping acid coming from the thamaturge's mouth. Sybil urged her on. "I will get you cloths and you will only get healthy food. I need you to stay healthy so your corpse doesn't make the satellite smell, and Her Highness will make me clean you up." They rounded a corner, Sybil's finger nails dug into her shoulder blade and Crescent winced. "You have to follow orders. No fooling around and doing whatever you want, you cannot, ever go to Earth. You will be hunted and killed and I will make sure it will be slow and painful."
Crescent's face paled, her chest felt like a cold fist was squeezing, forcing the breath out. "Yes, Mistress Sybil."
"Don't say my name! You wretched little brat!" Sybil yelled at her. Her face was hot and red, her eyebrows knitted together. "I hate you, you do not deserve to be alive. I would kill you in a heart beat if I could." Sybil whispered, with every word she drew her face closer to Crescent. Crescent was against the wall scared out of her mind. Sybil was never this bad. She would never let her eat at the dinner table with her or play with the other kids or do anything at all but play on her port. Sybil, when Crescent did something she didn't like, would slap her or yell at her on the top of her lungs but would never say that she would kill her. Never.
"Yes, Mistress." Crescent said is a trembling voice. Her body was shaking. Tears threatening to drizzle out of her clenched eyes. She spotted the market, she let out a sigh of relief. She was practically running towards the storming crowds of the market. Looking for the clothing booth. Sybil was yelling her name but Crescent was so absorbed with looking for the booth that her heart skipped a beat when Sybil grabbed her arm and halled her toward a closed room.