Blue Moon

This book (it will be one :D) is dedicated to my awesome 'sister' who is my chocolate throwing partner in crime. Love ya star!!

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It was an ice cold night and all was silent. Night light covered the houses. A woman draped in a thick robe scurried up the golden steps, manoeuvring through the halls to the bed chamber where screams could be heard. A heart beat passed and the agonised cries were replaced with the squeal of a new born child. “It is a girl! You have done well mistress and have brought pride to your house.” The mother let out a sigh of relief ‘a girl’ she thought ‘she will make us proud....’

18 years later

The clash of metal against metal, as each tries to find a weakness. “Ha-ha. I almost got you there Lilia.” She raced forward sword angling up and brought it down in a twist upon her opponent’s chest. She twirled back and in a flurry of attacks broke her opponents hold on their weapon, struck out her leg forcing the other girl on the ground and pinning her with her sword at the girl’s throat. “I told you, you can’t get me Kere.” She helped Kere up off the floor. Both girls panting with their black hair falling wetly till their lower back. “Lilia, when are you ever going to let me win?”

“When you stop fighting like a little baby, Kere” she said laughing.

“That’s so unfair! I’ve trained with you since I was a child doing exactly the same things but you’re still better than me.”

“Ha-ha, practise some more and loosen up! I promise one of these days you’re going to die from over concentration.”

Kere muttered something inaudible and started for her weapon. Lilia picked up hers, sheathed it and started to walk through the city.

 This was her favourite place to be. Among the merchants, looking at all their trinkets, smelling perfume and feeling fine silken linen. She came across a stall selling honeycomb and brought herself a block. She savoured the feeling of it melting in her mouth as she walked along. She turned the corner and immediately wished she hadn’t. Standing before her was a platform that she knew all too well. It was where young huntresses would come to show their prowess and skill but now it was used to auction off the slaves. This is the one thing she hated above all. Ever since she was a little girl she remembered her matriarch bringing her here and trying to instil all the customs of her people in her.

She remembered that day so vividly. Being brought to her seat and having to watch male after male brought forward and paraded like they were some kind of animal. She remembered when they had brought forward a young boy her age. She remembered his tanned skin and crisp blue eyes with black hair that had fallen around his face. She remembered how he had looked; so scared and frightened that she had tried to go up and help him, only to be restrained by her matriarch, “this is the way things are. They mean nothing to us. We are stronger and wiser, they deserve this” her matriarch had said.

To this day she still could not accept the fact that all the men were taken from their mother at birth, freely given like some piece of trash and taken to a place where they were taught, solely how to please her people. While the female children were celebrate and revered, were given the finest things and were taught how to fight and how to kill. They were taught that we females were superior and that the men were their slaves.

She now watched as they led male after male onto the platform displaying them for the upcoming auction.

Her breath caught as she watched them bring up the next male. “It can’t be...” she was looking straight into the azure eyes that have haunted her since she was a girl. She watched with horror as all the females around her suddenly had all their focus on him. She listened to the description given; “ladies, today I bring you our finest specimen. With his masculine physique and charming looks, he would please your every desire. Taught in the arts of pleasure, no disappointment will be had. We offer this chance to buy him at an amazing price of 2’000 gold pieces.”