𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞 - ᴀ ɴᴏsᴛᴀʟɢɪᴄ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ
Susan x OC1
Edmund x OC2
Caspian x OC3
Only my characters and their storylines belong to me. Everything else belongs to C.S. Lewis
With an annoyed sigh, Talia leans her head against the stone wall she's tied onto.
Her head is pounding and she's not sure if it's from dehydration, stress, or the fact that she has been up all night chained to a wall next to ten other Narnians, including Lucy and Eustace.
"Mommy!" A yell throws the Elve out of her thoughts.
A carriage drives by, about fiveteen people sitting on it. They're screaming for help, and then a little girl, and what seems to be her father, come running behind it.
"Mommy!" The girl cries out again.
The father looks just as worried. "Helaine!" He calls out.
But the carriage doesn't stop, and soon the two are not able to run behind it anymore. Trying to catch up is hopeless. He puts his arm around his daughter's shoulders, before they walk away with sunken heads.
"What was that?" Lucy whispers to Talia, who sits next to her and a fawn.
The Elve shrugs. "I'm not sure, but I know it'll be just as bad as getting sold as a slave."
"Tell me about it", the fawn mumbles, and the two of them share a look.
The governor suddenly appears in front of her.
"You, Elve girl, you're up", he says, taking her chains from the wall, before roughly pulling her onto her feet and dragging her onto a stage.
"Next up we have a very fine and rare lady; I present you the first Elve we are selling on this island!" He tells the audience, consisting of middle-aged men. Some look like sailors, some like Calormen, and some she can't see because their faces are hidden by a cloak with a hood.
Talia is not arrogant, but she can be proud. She has never, ever felt so embarassed before, but she's not going to show them, that's for sure.
Instead, she holds her head up high, looking at the building behind the men standing in front of her, while keeping a poker face.
"I bid one hundred!" A man yells.
A pirate-looking guy turns to him in disbelief. "This is an Elve that we're talking about. You'll have to do better, I bid two hundred!"
Another men scoffs. "I bid three hundred."
That silences the others, and the governer, standing next to Talia, grins. "Sold!" He shouts and hangs a sign saying sold around her neck.
