Ani the Servant Girl

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POV: Ani

In Stone Kingdom, the only way a person could become a servant was if one of their parents were one. We served anyone who could buy us and wore carved, wooden masks as symbols of how we were individuals beneath human.

My earliest memories was when Mother was still with me. She was one of the two people who ever called me by my name, Ani, and accepted me. I told her my dreams and hopes, and she embraced it with warmth. The other person was Kei.

I enjoyed listening to Mother's fictional stories of an army made up of runaway servants in Stone Kingdom, who rose up against the nobility and became free. I loved the idea of freedom, but was content with my position as a servant because Mother was at least with me.

For the first seven years of my life, Mother and I lived together serving one master. This man was one of the wealthiest in our region, the Eastern Region and an unmarried upper-class nobleman with dozens of other servants at his feet. He led his life in leisure but in loneliness. He hardly spoke to us beyond his commands of giving him his basic necessities. He only wrote stories in his locked study room when the sun rises till it falls down into the darkness. Even though we were nothing to him, we served him obediently.

The Eastern Region had hundreds of acres of countryside land that was resided by nobles; farmers; Guards, who were equivalent to the Knights in the large cities; plantation owners; and servants. The other three regions were called the Northern, Western, and Central City.

The southern area wasn't part of Stone Kingdom. It was known as the Forbidden Land where the demi-humans reside.

I didn't care in those days if I was bounded by the chains of servitude. I was naive. I believed that I could always be happy if I continued to live a peaceful and quiet life standing beside Mother's side forever without an oppressive noble constantly commanding us. But, that was the impossible—staying with mother and...Kei was impossible.

I realized at the age seven that nothing beautiful ever lasts.

Our master fell in love one day with a young noblewoman from the Northern Region of the Stone Kingdom. He gave her gifts and riches, ignorant of the fact that she was toying with his lonesome heart and the fact that she was in love with a more attractive man.

We were all afraid that he would give everything away for her unattainable love.

However, by the time our master found out about the truth behind her facade, it was already too late. My simple, quiet life had already broken apart. One of those gifts he gave away to that heartless woman

was me.

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