What fate has to come Part 3

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It's been a long time since you've been in a good place, life does not seem kind to you. But all the struggles you will bear have to be worth it eventually right?

A man keeps pushing you forward a merchant who bought you from some Pirates, who has stolen you from another thief. That has been the cycle of your life for more than 10 years. You were born in a small village in Bulgaria and you thought you would die there as a small child.

Your mother always kept your fears about the Ottoman and slavers high as her sister fell victim to them. But as a child you did not see Terror you did not see Bloodshed you only saw your family and their love.

But one day your mother screamed for you to run, and you two did run together. You did not see your father or brothers, you just saw your mother and nothing else. But no matter how much you two ran it would make no difference, you were captured it was your first time in enslavement.

To this day you still remember the water crashing Sounds as you sailed on a ship going to an unknown location. Your mother looked like death was about to reach her seasickness was rife all around, but the water never bothered you. Despite everything around you it felt like the waves were rocking you asleep giving you some sense of calm in the chaos that had just unfolded in your young life.

But life goes on when you enter your first prison. You don't remember it's gray wall that much anymore nor do you remember the first auction where you and your mother were sold off thankfully together. After that you walked a long time to a different city following your first Masters bidding. Amasya was the first true City you remember. It was big, loud and crowded But it stood in stark contrast to its castle on the side.

When your mother inquired what fate had in store for the two of you,A woman approached her and told her do not worry. This woman was the first kalfa you would ever meet. She informed My mother that she would become a washer woman while I would be trained for a higher calling. Now my mother did not care but the higher calling was she just cared that we would stay together as we were each other's only family.

But then almost out of the Shadows a figure appeared and gasps could be heard from behind me and my mother as well as glass breaking. I turn around to see this woman, who though I had never met her before it seemed I had known her for a very long time. 

 

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