Shattered Mirror

Chapter 6

Someone took the slaves to have their check up done. Some of them were giving me questionable glances along the way.

"M'lady, may you help for the ball." I turn around and nod. Feeling slightly overwhelmed. I followed the butler to the ballroom. My jaw dropped open once we got there.

The place was filled with shining gold that made the room twinkle with pleasure. The center of the room had a fountain with a angel holding up a crown, my guess is that it's suppose to mean royalty. The elegance in the room just smacked you right in the face. Making you feel like it's something you see only in movies. Yet, I'm in a different world and it's my reality.

"We will have guest come from all over the other kingdoms." The butler took out a paper and showed me all the names. On each side of a person it said,

(Number) ruler of America.

Did everyone have a number to how high they were? I was afraid to comment anything about the 'America' part, knowing it's common knowledge to Violent. I quietly nod as if I understood.

"Since we must please these people and make allies-"

"Why?" I intrude. I wanted to slap myself for bring up bad habits of cutting people off.

"You see your mother and father are use to these things. While you are a newcomer. No one really wants to ally with a newcomer."

It's true. Everyone has to habit to pick the best of the best. Why pick a guy who has never had experience over a guy who knows all the secrets since he has done it a lot. Even in this messed up world they had our habits. Which frightened me.

"I see." I mumble as I follow him toward said 'Kitchen.' The kitchen was full of slaves and was big enough to be called a factory. The smell filled my nostrils with a smell only the finest dine on. I guess I'm on of them. I heard a child scream and my eyes diverted toward the direction.

A little boy held his hand tightly. I think he burnt it. Someone came up and slapped him hard which echoed through the room. My eyes widen when the man started to bet the kid. I dashed over and quickly slapped him hard. His cheek turned red in response. The strange thing was that no one ran up to me or scolded me for slapping a man. I sly smirk played on my mouth.

I had never punched someone before. I wanted to before, but never had enough courage to. Yet, this time I wanted to really badly and man, didn't I make a punch. I pulled my arm back with seer voracity. Then, I connected his face with my knuckles. He stumbled back and knocked bowls over. A satisfied smiled showed on my face. I turned around toward the little boy and helped him up.

"And now I'll deal with you." I said quickly remembering that I'm suppose to be Violent. Not Violet. I grabbed him by the wrist gently and walked out. As soon as we left I heard people start talking again.

"Why did you do that?" The boy said with a trembling body. I waited until we walked to a place where there were no people. Once I was sure I turned around bent down.

"Show me your hand." I said softly. The little boy started to walk away, but I cupped his cheek. I knew that when you do this a shiver goes through you. It makes you feel safe.

"Please. I'm going to help you." I smile at him when he came closer. He showed me his hand and winced when I touched it. I was startled to see it red and puffy. Also, I saw scars on it that weren't caused by burns. He's gotten hurt more than once. I kissed his burning hands with tender lips and was surprised when he didn't flinch.

"I'm going to get you all patched up. Also, remember not to tell anyone about this." I whisper to him. He looks at me with a puzzled look.

"Why?"