Dorian The unknown war is about to begin

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People looked at Zoralle and she could see it clearly they hated her for talking so rudely to the Prince. She never intended to, but she didn't know what came over her. She was angry, angry at him for breaking her pots that she has worked so hard for and even before that she hated when people-girls bragged about the one and only prince- Magnus. Zoralle picked the pieces of the pots, terrified to imagine what will happen next. She dragged the broken cart along to her house.

She stood outside the door afraid to go inside. She made two big mistakes that could get them in a great deal of loss. Firstly the broken pots can cause great trouble. Secondly, she couldn't forget the abhorrence in the prince's light green eyes that were saying her you will be punished. Maybe she shouldn't have argued with him as it only increased her problems.

She swallowed and knocked at the door and took a deep breath. Soon enough a woman in early forties- her mother opened the door.

'Zoralle! You are early,' she exclaimed.

'That means the sales must have been quick. Obviously, they must have loved your pots. Trust me anyone would have loved it,' a small boy-her brother- Leo squeaked.

'She had worked so hard on it, it must have paid off,' her mum said with her broad smile that always made her feel better but now it didn't as she hesitated. There must have been something about her expression that her mum's smile sank and her brother stood still.

'What happened, Zoralle? Are you all right? Were the sales alright?'

'Oh, mother,' she came and hugged her and tears fell from her eyes.

'He broke them all... then he argued. Then he threatened me about the punishment. He should have apologized ...instead he ...no ....he couldn't have apologized but at least not argued ...he could have...' she sobbed. Zoralle was glad when her mum didn't ask anything. She must have seen those pots on the cart broken into pieces. She gently pulled her shoulder from her and led her for a place to sit. The entrance didn'have any roof, it was big open place. On the left hand side they were rooms that actually had roofs. She glanced at the on the right hand side were their room was. It wasn't exactly a room, it was like a big hut at the corner.

'Get your sister some water,' her mum demanded Leo. He faded away to get some water. She waited for Zoralle to calm down and explain everything. Zoralle snorted and took a deep breath.

'I was walking down the street when the prince was riding his horse and he crashed into my cart and ...' she didn't have to say it her mum knew what has happened. She raised an eyebrow at her asking if that was it. 'He started arguing instead of apologizing'

'Oh, Zoralle,' disappointment was flashing on her face. 'Royal people don't apologize to people like us and he was the prince.'

She fidgeted with her medallion that was also covered in mud.

'She never liked the prince; I always heard her say something bad about him. Sometimes I think she is crazy, while all girls dream about marrying him. She just had a fight with him.' Leo called from the behind, holding a glass of water.

'The girls who think about marrying him are crazy not me,' she snapped.

'No-No, we are not going to fight now, are we? You are lucky Master Kuinko is not here,' her mum said and there was a warning in her tone. The name 'Master Kuinko' always send a shiver down her spine. She swallowed and realized that in the conversation her tears had dried up but a new feeling was building inside her that she never wanted to agree-FEAR. She always appeared brave in front of him but she only herself knew that she sort of feared him. Fear of the times he had hit her, times he had slapped her- it was uncountable. She let that thought go aside.

She was from the family of slaves; it was natural for masters to hit them. She hated the king and the prince because they never did anything about it. Slaves are supposed to pay Masters and live in their command for whole life unless someone or they themselves gave a lot of money to be free. If they don't follow, they would be burned alive and no one will dare question the master's authority.

When she didn't say anything, her mum continued. 'He is going to come soon, though.' She sighed and maybe she was also hiding the fear like Zoralle.

A door slammed open as a taller figure came busting inside.

'WHAT IS THAT CART WITH BROKEN POTS SUPPOSE TO MEAN!' he yelled. Zoralle got unto her feet and made sure her expression didn't give away any fearful and sad emotion.

'I HAVE ASKED A QUESTION!' he yelled. Zoralle searched for the bravest voice inside her.

'The cart with broken pots mean that in an accident they broke, Master Kuinko' she said looking into his eyes and trying to sound as calm as possible. His expression grew in disbelief as if trying to judge if she was lying. Silence stayed there for some time and suddenly she noticed a hand coming straight for her, she tried to protect herself from raising her hand but she was late. His hand went on her cheeks pulling her with a force that she fell on the floor. She sat there with her palms flat on the ground. No tears came out as anger filled inside her but she didn't say a word.

'YOU FILTHY SLAVES ARE WORTH NOTHING! Go find some food in the dustbin like your father used to do.'

Kuinko always mentioned her brave father, trying to make her angrier and it always worked.

'Wait until I get my special belt, I know that will help a lot,' he said with more anger.