Brick_Stonesonn
That girl was a slave the moment she was born.
Being the daughter of a slave, a golden-haired, green-eyed, European slave bought by a Persian merchant, the first two years of her life were spent traveling the world in a caravan; drifting from place to place, to more lands than most could recite, before she herself could even recite anything at all.
Eventually, they would end up in the distant far-eastern island called Japan. Her merchant master traveled there to do some trade, and as always, brought her, her mother, and a few others with him.
However, only around a month after their arrival, a sudden earthquake rocked the mountain their caravan was passing through, setting off an avalanche that threw them all down a steep valley.
And the world was quiet. The only sounds were coming from the leaves and the Persian merchant, who, beset by labored breaths, kept repeatedly calling out a particular word for hours on end, until the moment he died.
That word was 'Parsa', his homeland.
That was Parsee's first ever memory.