Dinzel

1// The Arrival

Marian Bell
I sat in Bail kingdom slave market, bound in chains. My dirty old clothes were tiring, ripped at my arm and there were little tears on my aching skin.

The good days were long gone for me. But to be honest, my life has never been 'good'. I had forgotten how to laugh... or smile, I had even forgotten the meaning of happiness.

My left eye was swollen and my body hurt so badly. But I had gotten used to this pain.

My cell was small but something. The stained walls were a constant reminder that I was in hell. My green bag lay far away from me, right next to some broken bottles. I didnt drink, I wasnt allowed to, but I was used to the rotten smell of alcohol.

My bag was like an idol to me, I didnt mind anyone touching me, but they dared not touch the contents in that bag.
It was all I had left of my dead parents.

My eyes began to get heavy. I took every opportunity I had to sleep because I could hardly sleep in a place like that.

Just as I shut my eyes to rest a little, I heard voices from outside my cell. Not the usual voices though. I heard the voice of the cell guard but I couldn't place the second.

I squinted my eyes, looking past the bar and trying to see who it was.

"I'll take this one, " I managed to hear.

The cell gate opened and I immediately pretended to be asleep.

"Wake up pig!" he said impatiently, kicking my thighs and forcing me to 'wake up'

I groaned, taking the opportunity to look beyond the bars to see the woman clearly. She looked surely expensive, dressed almost like royalty. Oh wait..

The queen?What's she doing here?

I looked up at the guard's face. His wicked cruel face was a nightmare to me.

His dirty dark purple hair stood up all the time, his lean shape, old uniforms, weary eyes and stubby hands always made me afraid. He was in his early twenties but looked like thirty.

He unlocked the shackles on my hands and I was finally free. Not exactly free but you get the idea.

I never really believed I could be bought. Dinzels never bought humans and humans weren't really allowed to live normally. I would have prefered it if I was eaten when I was brought to the slave market, instead of being kept alive. I cursed my waking up every morning and begged for the claws of death to find me.

"Get up," his voice was rough.

I obeyed, managing to get on my feet without falling over. The pain in my knee was unbearable.

He imapatiently pulled me by my wrist to the queen.

As soon as her gaze fell on me I felt her glare in disgust.
I took a glimpse at her but it was enough for me to take in her appearance. Her purple hair was long and curled, with her crown sitting on her head. Her lips were full and adorned with a plain gloss. Her eyes were lined with black expensive liner and her lashes were full. The dress she wore was purple, about the same shade as her hair but a bit lighter. It was long and covered her shoes but she obviously didn't like the idea of her expensive dress touching the floor. It wasn't really over the top but it was still too much for a slave market.

"Are you sure you don't have any Dinzels left?" she asked, just for clarification.

"I'm sorry my queen we don't have any. But next month we will have a new batch." Riscow said. He didn't release me from his grip.