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*Draft*
Once long ago, before her first memory, her mother and father set out on a life-changing journey to California. With the increase in gold mining, the increase in demand for Innkeepers, bartenders, law enforcement, and most importantly doctors skyrocketed. A young couple and their 8-month-old baby had a calling to the west. Both with reputable medical skills, they set off with what little they had to try their luck across the 2,000-mile trek across the country. They hitched a ride with a wagon party of a few other families and what fun did they have singing church songs and the small children would play in the rolling fields of the open prairie during lunch. That was until they were ambushed by the natives of the land. The young mother clutched her baby close to her chest as she hid under a wagon with the other women and children as the men tried to fight off the natives. Blood was everywhere, screaming and whooping echoed around them. The men fell one by one and the women and children captured and taken by their attackers.
Years have passed as the young mother was no longer young and her daughter now 13 years of age. Like all the white women and children, they were slaves to these people. She grew up learning their language, their culture, yet they were cruel to her and her people with beatings and harassment, sometimes much worse things can happen if disobeyed. They called her Lux, meaning small light. The man who owned her and her mother is called Malis, meaning darkest shadow. He planned on selling Lux to a brother tribe across the mountains, therefore, inked her skin of her worth.
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Everything happened so quickly that day. First, she was ripped from her mother's arms early before the sun rose, barely able to grab a fur blanket to cover her in the fresh spring air. Her mother ran at Malis with a hatch that was on the ground, but within seconds her throat was sliced open and blood pooled out. She was pulled for days by her tied hands behind Malis and his horse, small sobs and nightmare imagery cloud her mind. When her legs started to give out, a loud bang rippled through the forest. She looks up to white men on horses dashing towards them but she doesn't remember much more as she falls to the ground.
The 13-year-old girl wakes in a structure made of brick and glass. The white men brought her to a hospital. For the next five years, she was placed in a home for lost children, where she was taught how to read and write English and speak it more fluently. They taught her how to be a proper lady in society yet she was never fully accepted because of her permanent collar of past slavery.
