Unadulterated Pleasure

1: Gray Not Blue

~Hey Beautiful Queens! Here's the first chapter. This story will be short so events within it will move quickly, but I wanted to write something different. Let me know what you think!~

Amara stood on the stage looking out over the crowd of people. One of them would decide her future. From the day she was old enough to understand, she had been taught that when she was of age, she would be sold to the highest bidder. The moment they bought her, her life would be dictated by them. She would belong to them and serve them in whatever capacity they saw fit.

    While she knew this, had it drilled into her head for several years, she wasn't looking forward to it. Though she had no choice. She was terrified and a little excited all at once.

    She had heard story of girls and boys who were bought at these auctions. Most were a bit unnerving. Many had been taken as servants made to clean and wait on their new owners hand and foot. She had even heard rumors of abuse.

    There were a few stories, however, that had told of those who had found happiness with there new owners and were being well taken care of. Amara didn't know where she would fall. She was hoping for the latter, but with the way the world worked, she was more than sure she would probably get the former. She wished she had been born with different colored eyes.

    Alun was a place where the caste system was raked by the color of ones eyes. While blue and green were higher in class, any shade of brown was lower class. Gray, though there weren't many of them was the highest class. Making them the most influential and wealthy.

    Amara had heard about a time where the color of one's skin had been the dividing factor. While that had been hundreds of years ago, she wondered if it was like this or worse.

    Every since the epidemic one hundred years ago. Things had changed and there were only three governing lands. Ulna, being the biggest. Ulan, being second in size and Alun being the smallest. Yet, they were all pretty much governed the same. Every person ranked by the color of their eyes.

    Amara had wondered when she was a little girl what happened if a brown eyed baby was born into a family with green eyes. Did they have to give their child away and send them to the lower caste?

    However, as she had gotten older she learned that if you're parents had a certain color eyes, that was what you were born with. While blue eyed and green eyed people were in the same caste, she didn't know if they reproduced together. It had never been something they found it particularly important for her to learn at the Academy.

    No, they had been more focused on making sure she knew the ins and outs of her duties to whoever eventually owned her.

    While it sounded bad, she knew she was one of the lucky ones. The Academy was a place where some could go to be trained and have the chance of getting a real owner. The selection criteria was strict. It was because she had been such a pretty child that she had been admitted and her mother had been proud.

    Most lower caste members, or Browns, as they were called were not given the opportunity to try to better their situation. Many of them, who didn't have owners lived in poverty. Amara wasn't sure why things were so bad, but she knew it had been that way since well before she was born.

    Though she would have rather stayed with her mother, it was the reason she was here. If she was bought and the person was nice, she could possibly ask them to bring her mother along with them. She would do anything to help her receive a better life as well.

    “Let's start the bidding.”

    Those words, pulled Amara from her thoughts. They had been reading out her stats and measurements, and qualifications when she stepped onto the stage, so she had tuned them out. Now, as she waited to see who would dictate her future her heart began to pound in her chest.