Sired Intentions

Chapter 1: A Soul Sold

Chapter 1: SI

"Nimmy, come on Nimmy wake up."

"What? What is it now? I can twist your hair later. Let me be please." I replied lazily.

"No Nimmy. I had a dream, we must go, tell them. Tell them to go. Please they are coming and they are strong."

That was the last time my sister told me about her dreams. I thought they were getting better at the time but really they were just growing more and more dismal. He dreams were uncannily always true. She was our village oracle in training.

She was also going to be a Royal advisor.

They should have listened. When we told them they should have listened.

My father ever the brave was a power hungry fool. He tried to trade us, for peace but everyone in the villages knew that they couldn't be trusted. The transition was supposed to go smoothly.

I shouldn't have been here. It wasn't right; there was nothing honorable or diplomatic about this trade off. Where was my carrier, the shackles shouldn't have been there. I wasn't going to run anywhere, people should have been cheering and bearing gifts at my feet.

This trade was simply poorly conducted. I knew in my heart though that this trade was nowhere near diplomatic or peaceful.

I should have cried but I was taught never to cry in public. I carried on with pride. We had been walking for days, I was in unfamiliar territory, and we had been walking for days. There was no sense in running for they would always catch the ones who ran and punishment was nothing to joke about. Every once in a while we would stop and get water and at dark we stopped at various canopies of trees and slept. The food was rice and cola nuts, a remedial dish at best.

At least she escaped. She was smart, when she first left I was worried but when my pleas to find her fell on deaf ears I knew that she was gone. Father was angry he had lost an essential part of his trade but in the end it didn't matter what he wanted to trade because they were taking all.

My feet ached for my ornate slippers were not meant to walk far distances. It was hot and my throat was parched, the dust in the air made it difficult to breathe. People surrounded me but I didn't dare look up for the fear of what I might see.

Filthy hands grasped my shoulder jolting me back to reality. The rhythmic tap halted for a second. I had a small pouch attached to my neck that hit my chest each time I walked. The continuous tap kept me sane, reminded me with each tap to keep calm and carry on with dignity.

I kept my head down by now I should have raised my head up to signify dominance but I knew that this was no ordinary trade off and there was a possibility that if I lifted my head up it may not remain on my shoulders.

"Step up" he spoke in my native tongue. He was of poor descent. There was no way my parents would have set a servant to bring me through the trade.

I stepped onto a block and finally lifted by head up to study my surroundings. There were a series of blocks and chains set up on the boxes. My leg was chained onto the box.

Was I to be sacrificed? Was this an execution?

I heard voices speaking up. As a respected person in high ranks within my village I was taught multiple languages. I heard mixes of French, English, and Spanish along with some of my mother tongue. Everyone's attention was focused on someone else. I turned my head to see who the star was; it was a girl my age. She wasn't from the palace.

Her clothes, a simple top that barely made an attempt to cover her midriff accompanied by a short skirt represented her status as a common villager maybe from the village over.