For those of you who know about those Freaken Barbie movies, Yes, I used a name from one of thise movies. -.- deal with it.

*Oddette POV*

I felt myself being pulled away, to hide in the crowd of people. Tears were streaming down my face. "There!" I heard a shout. Eric was hit with the butt of a gun and I was being pulled away.

"Eric!" He lay unconcious on the floor, some blood trickling down the back of his head. I was pulled out of the palace and shoved into a ship, all the people that had invaded the palace filing in after I was pushed into a prisoner's room. My dress was a custommade ballgown. It had a tight top, showing off my curves, and near my hips, it billowed out, expanding and was long enough to still drag on the ground slightly with my heels on. Now all the hard work on the dress meant nothing, the dress was cut and in rags.

"Get up, and change into these," a man in a pair of slacks and a loose shirt tossed me a pair of clothes similar to what he was wearing.

"Where're I being taken? Why was my father killed? Who are you?" All the questions came out at once.

"It's on Ermas's orders."

My eyes watered, Ermas was the 'true' ruler of the planet. He and my father had made a deal that left them both in power, but if Ermas wanted a certain thing done my father had to do it. Now he had killed my father.

I slid the pants on under the fabric of the dress, and untied the upper part of the gown to put the top on when I felt a warm breath on the back of my neck. I was suddenly shoved against the wall, and the dress ripped off from my body. The man who had given me the clothes pressed his hand on my hips, and his other on one of my shoulders. I was stuck, and I knew what he was going to do to me.

I whimpered softly, squirming trying to get away. Another voice came from the doorway, "What're you doing?! Ermas ORDERED that no one touch her!" The other man yanked whoever the first man was away. "Go, before I decide to tell Ermas what you were trying to do."

The second man picked up the ballgown and put it on the 'bed' I had in my room, and handed me the shirt. He didn't look at me, my upper half totally exposed. Once I had put the shirt on, I tapped the man's shoulder. He turned and looked at me.

"I just, um, thank you. For what you just did, I," I didn't know what to say, so I tried to form an at least desent sentence. The man gave a simple nod then led me out of the room and outside once the ship had landed.

I looked around and recognized we were on Quinceter. Ermas walked up to me, "How are you, Princess?" The Quinceters race looked similar to the Zygerians, but they looked alightly more wolf like and they had almost always black coats.

I glared at the Quinceter, growling slightly when he reached to touch me. That made him angery, and he suddenly yanked on the back of my neck. I yelped and felt his breath against my ear. "I'd rather not, but I'll hurt you if I have to. I'd rather keep you in the condition you're in, as a gift to a certian new ally of mine."