Ada
Years later
"Hatutafika mbali sana, Chika. Kuwa na hekima." We will not make it very far, Chika. Be wise. The young girl whispered to her sister. She couldn't believe the girl wanted to try to escape in front of the men that flooded the place. All had either guns or claws.
The truth was, the world was much more modern these days but many people still wanted to live their old ways.
Their traditions never ceased and neither did the clothes they wore. Such as Egypt and Africa, where Ada and her captive friends resided before her small home was invaded. Her heart hurt to think about the history and traditions of her people that were now long forgotten. The stories the elders passed on died with them.
They tried to remove her name, the only thing that held value, and she did not submit. They wanted to give her the name Lily, and give her sister the name Angelina. Her brown skin was littered with marks from her defiance, but Ada knew they could take whatever from her but they would never have her identity.
At that moment, Ada was disgusted with them all. She'd been taken from her home and given a new name, told to forget about everything she ever knew. Her powers were useless against the bracelet around her wrist and her sister was born a human, making them both utterly useless against them.
She felt the chains cling to her skin as she sat down in the back cart, waiting. She was waiting for her doom. She'd been sold 3 times before she ended up in the hands of their unknown master. He was a blotchy man with a pot belly that looked like it could pop any moment now.
Her eyes observed the many people that sat hopelessly next to her as they rode in silence. A woman with skin as white as snow looked as though she'd had it rougher, showing that she'd been a slave longer than the rest of them. She looked at Ada as the girl observed her features and gave her a small, pained smile. "I am Rhys." The woman said in their native tongue.
"I am Ada." The woman nodded. "How long have you been..."
"7 years... I do not pray to any gods anymore as it seems so useless. They do not hear our cries." The woman said. The woman on the other side of Ada rolled her eyes.
"Do not let her put your faith down. We will be rescued one day. And that day will come sooner than we all thought it would." The truck stopped and the door of their cart opened.
Rhys had no emotion on her face as they made her stand and pull her off the cart and gave her to the woman or man that paid for her. The cart began to move once again to go to its new destination.
"That is why I do not bother to make friends anymore... they always come and go. Now you will remember that poor girl's name and never see her face again." The woman next to her said with a sigh.
"Well... at least now someone knows her name." She simply said.
"I'm Khadija. The asshole loves to call me Jennifer. Do I look like a fucking Jennifer?" She growled out and Ada gave her a small smile.
"You do not. Khadija is a beautiful name." Ada said softly. She'd found someone to chat with the rest of the ride to wherever they were going.
They'd been sleeping, resting against each other as they slept. It seemed as though the only peace they'd have was the blackness behind their eyelids as they slept.
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