Their Human Mate

Chapter 1

Melody POV: 

      I sit down, back against the wall so I face the door. There are no windows, only dirt that was once a soft brown, but now almost black due to the amount of blood spilled on it. I hear the clang of a door and watch as the Shalamr open a cage across from mine. I watch yet again, as they pull out the poor being that is in there. The beings in the cages are constantly being replaced, due to them not surviving the Glipher, or pits, for very long. I have been here for as long as I can remember, and the acts of the Shalamr have long ago stopped bothering me. Years ago, I overheard one of them say that I was 14. Since then, I have counted the years by taking a broken piece of the cage and carving notches into the wall. Now I am 22, most in here never make it that long. Once I seen my reflection, a girl with faded, dingy brown hair, and blue eyes with no sparkle. What I may look like now is beyond me. 

     I shift slightly and wince at the wound in my side, I just got done fighting about an hour ago, a Melert some how managed to hit me in my side. Melert's are nasty creatures when they want to be, usually they are a peaceful race, but if cornered and not given the option of flight, they can be as bad as anything. The Kelmary in the cage next to me gets up quickly, as if to help the poor creature, but is stopped by his chains. He snarls at them, but it does no good, they drag the Prouly out of here and take it away. Once we hear the door shut, the Kelmary turns to me.

    "You just sat there and watched!!! You could of at least done something!!! Now that poor thing is probably getting raped!!" He yells; I sigh, he has been here about a hundred and fifty-two days, a little longer than most, but not long enough to understand just how things work.

    "They won't rape the Prouly." I tell him. You can usually tell the age of one by their voice, the deep husky ones are female and the light airy ones are male. This one does not speak, I haven't even heard it scream, so we don't know if it is male or female.

    "How do you know?" He asks harshly.

    "The Shalamr have no genitals, they are a single gender race." I tell him with a shrug. He sits, taken back by the news.

    "So what is happening to it?"

"So... they won't... harm it like that?" he finally asks, his voice quieter, almost hesitant.

I shake my head. "Not in the way you think. The Shalamr... they're cruel in their own ways, but they don't operate with the same motivations. The Prouly will suffer, no doubt, but it won't be like that." I let my gaze drop, resting it on the stained, cold floor. "Trust me, I've been here long enough to know."

"So what will hapen to it?

    "It is being either trained or fighting, more than likely fighting, the Shalamr very  rarely train anyone." Just then the door opens and this time a group of Crocotta walks in. I sit up straighter, despite my side complaining, I can't really blame it though, it is a part of me. They stop outside my cage and growl threateningly, I growl back, overtime I have come to know the language of all of our captures, the Crocotta speak through a lot of different growls and snarls. I can now tell the difference between the Crocotta's  growls and snarls. This one was new and knew that I did not smell as the others did. The other races besides humans have a almost sweet scent. For some races, like the Mrelst, that scent is very strong; others, like the Walnyn, is very faint. I do not have a sweet scent, I have been told that I have a scent that is like a mixture of different spices, which is weird because the only time I go out of this cage is when I go to the Glipher. 

    The Crocotta keeps on growling, getting closer to the cage, the Kelmary next to me growls faintly, not liking the animal like creatures getting near him. The Crocotta pays him no mind, its goal getting me to submit. A lot of races have forgotten about the humans; they still remember them as a race that lived here a long time ago and who were superior to them, but they do not remember the scent. The only race here that knows that I am human are the Muchungs. But there are very few of them.