Fallen Star Chronicles (Work in Progress)

Chapter Two - Ainu - 12 years later

~Chapter Two - Ainu - 12 years later

She kept tossing and turning all night, much to the disappointment of the other slaves. They keep telling her to settle down and sleep, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't. It is the day of the auction and she is to be sold again now that she is of age. It terrifies her to know that it is the last day she will spend among her friends. She doesn't remember much before she came to the slave quarters she resides in now, but she knows that the past 12 years were some of the better years.

Her bed shifts as one of her friends climbs into bed next to her. "Sis, you need to rest or you will not look your best for your new master."

"Isis, I don't want to leave, not yet." She curls into the girl next to her, fighting back her tears.

"It will be ok. I have a good feeling about where you're going, and I'm sure that we will see each other again some day."

"Oh, Isis. Why are you always so kind to me?"

"That's because I love you, silly. You helped me many times over the years, so now it is my turn to comfort you."

"Thank you. I will miss you, but promise me you won't forget me."

"I promise, Sis. I will never forget you as long as you never forget me."

"I promise, Isis. I will find you again."

She cuddles Isis until the girl falls asleep against her and she brushes the silky raven colored hair from the golden skin. Isis is only 14, so she cannot be sold for a few more years, but that won't stop people from trying to buy her now. The girl wishes there was some way to protect Isis from being bought early, or bought by the wrong kind of master, but it is as it will be. Isis is the perfect persona of her name. None of the slaves really know who they are or where they come from, but Isis was one of the luckier ones. She is full Egyptian, her great great grandparents left the "home" planet long before Isis was ever born, so her bloodlines were never tainted like so many others. She came to the slave house when her parents sacrificed her in order to protect her from her abusive uncle.

Her face is heart shaped with raven colored hair framing it, complete with fringe bangs and falling down her back to halfway down her thighs. Her eyes are slightly tilted at the outer corners, almost feline like, and their golden color is so pure and real that it is mesmerizing to look into her eyes. The girl trails her finger over Isis's nose, following the perfectly shaped button nose and down over her full lips.

Isis sighs in her sleep and cuddles closer to the girl, wrapping a long golden arm around her waist and tugging her close. The slaves all wear the same bland tan tunic that reaches mid-thigh, but she knows that Isis is already well on her way to a beautiful figure. She was a late bloomer as they say, but Isis was one of the early bloomers. She already had a trim figure from hauling water and heavy baskets full of food and cloth, but her breasts were full and her hips and ass nice and round. The girl trails her hand down over Isis's side and hip, resting her pale hand against the golden thigh, admiring the difference between them.

She sighs and rolls to her back, propping her head on her arm and looks through the window to the night sky. The stars always made her feel so small, but free, and as it lightens towards dawn, she smiles and remembers the only real vivid memory of her childhood.

She had slipped out to watch the sun rise in the gardens, dancing and playing among the different colors and fragrances. More than once she had to pause and hide, pulling her hood tightly against her head to hide her from view of those passing by. She enjoyed playing that morning more than others before and noticed a beautiful blue butterfly on a daisy and stopped to admire it. She has always been drawn to shades of blue because they make her feel comfortable no matter what goes wrong around her.