Post by mistic395 on Jan 2, 2012 23:57:57 GMT -5
A poor soul huddled in the corner of a cage. Her body scarred and torn from beatings. Burn's covered her arms and legs where spring water had been thrown at her to settle her down. A choaker, concealing her magic and her true form rested around her neck. Matching wrist bands and anklets adorned her wrists and ankles. Pain seared through her anytime she tried to use her fire. Slowly, but surely the spirit of this creature died away. The only thing that it did not hide of her true nature, were the markings. She had symbols down both arms and both legs. She also had a large symbol of a sun on her back. All these signified what her rank was in her homeland. However that was no more for her. Now they were just something else to add to her mystery.
Once bright and vibrant gold eyes were now dull and almost lifeless. Pain and saddness were the only thing seen on this girls face. She was nothing but a slave, and that was how she now viewed herself. She had been beat and tourtured into submission.
The price for her was a high one. $400,000.00 was simply the starting price. After all....a pheonix was a rare treat for someone that was a collector, of sorts.
The man that was selling her was a rather fat and wealthy slob, to put it bluntly. His soul desire was to make money and tourture those that were of, what he believed to be, lower status then himself.
On this day in particular, the hustle and bustle in the slave market was more then usual. They were having live auction on many of the rarer slaves found their. And this is where young Andrea Draconis could be found. Her body torn and sore, and her spirit broken. She was the pheonix that was to be the special at the auction that day. The question in her mind....who was to be her new master.