The Life of Hebra's

Age 8

My is determined to see me married. I'm only eight! Worst of all, the man she wants to marry me to is almost sixty! I hate him. He is a cold, distant man. 

My mother sat down with me, and said "Aoyia, you know that Quoopa says that if a parent sets their daughter up, the must be boiled alive if they do not marry him. You must marry this man. His name is Duhatyinh."

After crying for eight days, It was time for the wedding. I had tears during, but Quoopa forbade divorce. The man lead me to his remote tent, telling me I would have to work for him. 

I farmed his peppers, ranched his Rhinoceros, cleaned his tent, and cooked his food. When I messed up, he would hit me with sticks and even Rhino horn. The only time he allowed me to leave his property was to worship Quoopa. I prayed to Quoopa everyday that I would be delivered from Duhatyinh. 

I finally became mature, and he attempted to get me pregnant. I cried every night. I hate Duhatyinh so much. 

One day, I woke up to do Duhatyinh's work, but I couldn't find my shoes. I was terrified. No shoes was how people knew you were a slave. Duhatyinh walked towards me me with shackles for my arm, a lead for my neck. "I need money." He said to me, distantly. I sobbed as he attached the shackles to my arm, behind my back. After he got those on, I could provide no resistance. He put the lead on me, leading me bear foot threw the snow. I sobbed, walking the long trail to a small trade station in Rowan Plain. 

When we arrived, my small frost bitten feet had turned black, and the skin was peeling. He handed a man my lead, in exchange for 300 dollars, two Rhinoceros, a crate of peppers, and two amber.  The man tied up my lead, having me sit next to a dozen other sobbing people. He put a sign around me neck, that said "Aoyia, Age 8."