Red Like Ruby (Mostly RubyxDyrroth)

Slave Of Orchid (Miya X Ruby)

A/N: This is probably my most awaited work. Enjoy.

Deep breaths...

Don't panic...

Everything is going to be okay...

Fire. Everything was burning. The flames grew and engulfed the trees, swallowing everything in the vicinity.

She could hear people screaming. Swords clashed, arrows were shot, and spears soared into the air finding targets to slay. Blood was everywhere. It was in her hands. She has killed demons just to protect her people. It was in her clothes. Demons have killed her people and wrung their bodies in the air, splattering bits and pieces of gore and showering her with blood.

She was in hell. Everything was on fire, death was everywhere. Screaming, crying, and moans of pain rung in her ears preventing her from thinking.

She was in hell. There was no hope. No more future, no more end to the suffering. She was bludgeoned and battered, bruised and scorched. Her bow fell from her hand and her legs gave below her just as the carnage consumed her home.

Nothing was left of the joy she once knew. Nothing but the ashes and bones piled up.

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"Are you sure that this is a quality product that you brought me? It looks dirty and damaged."

Miya roused from the nightmare feeling weak and hungry. Her body ached all over, her muscles were sore, and her head was heavy with fatigue. She was slipping in and out of consciousness while her ears ring with a piercing sound. She tried to listen to the conversation but found herself too dizzy to exert any effort in scanning her surroundings.

The first thing that registered in her ears is, well, the smell of liquor and body odor. It was putrid that she wanted to gag and throw up if her stomach even had anything left to dispose of. It was also cold and dark. Her tattered clothes barely blocked out the biting breath of the wind. She curled up into a tighter ball, hugging herself warm.

"I assure you, madame, this is Miya the most renowned elf of the enchanted forest. Scrub her good and spray some perfume to freshen her up and voilé! She'll be pretty and worthy of your treasury." The male-sounding voice had a friendly tone. He was persuasive and enterprising, trying to convince the other one to buy his goods and to her dismay, the goods he was referring to was her.

She was being sold?!! How dare they sell her like she was some kind of object to be bargained away for their pleasure. She would have gnashed and unleashed her rage on them if she could. But right now the smallest movement sends pain shooting through her body. It will take time for her to heal and rejuvenate her energy. But she'll wait and kill everyone who dared to disrespect her. They'll see.

"What do you think, Selena? Does this girl look like she'll clean up nicely? Also, will she be a good plaything?" That voice. It was so sweet and beautiful like the chiming of silver bells but the words she uttered were vile and repulsive. What beautiful lips could utter such a lovely sound yet disgusting words?

"I do suppose that her complexion would be better without the dirt. Perhaps we should have her cleaned before purchasing to properly measure her worth. But the decision is all up to you, my lady. I could sense some distaste on your face. The girl indeed stinks and looks hideous."

"You're right. Slave master, clean up this girl and dress her. Make sure that no one soils her body or else her worth will be decreased. Don't let any man touch her and I'll give you a bonus."

"Of course, my lady. Only the finest and purest products for you."

"My servant has brought clothes she could wear. I'll be expecting her in an hour where I shall give you your price."