I cant remember what my mum looked like, something like this maybe?
Im going to give آپ a warning. this story isnt your average fairy story. this is a story about finding and losing love, hearts and how they break, discovering your worth nothing and the ocassional teardrop. do آپ not read this if آپ are into stories about wings, happiness, summer days.......however, if آپ really want to know about a story about whats its like to be a slave, read on.......
I was four years old when i woke up. my scared eyes opened to find i was branded with a red hot iron on my once comfortable right arm. it was branded "222". i shivered. in reply a angry looking face stared at me, he had blood red eyes, the same as my tatoo. "W-w-w-what did آپ do to me? i feel--....." what did i feel like? all i knew is that i wanted telemira. now. "You'll get used to it. آپ stay put for a minute." he turned the other way and , in one way: i was glad. i was sure he was the one who did--- whatever he did while i was passed out to me. but in one way i was scared, what was next? who would come after me now: and what would they do to me. to my relief, he stopped walking and turned around: "Oh and do me a favour will you?" he paused: "Try not to get tortured." and then he was away.. my eyes widened: tortured?? i wasnt quite sure what that meant yet, but i didnt want to. I curled up in a ball, the cold the only thing keeping me sane. A blacked haired boy with dread locks like ebony snakes, he nudged my shoulder gently. Did i even want to know who he was? "So, we got fresh meat...welcome to hell. population; You." he laughed. obviously the people here had no normal sense of humour. He was going to whip me. he was going to hit me. he was gonna do something bad. "Please dont hurt me." i whispered. those where the only four words i could pronounce amongst the fear and cold. He laughed: "Im not gonna hurt you. well, your probably gonna be hurt سے طرف کی someone else but hey, thats if آپ survive past the---" "I dont even want to know...." i cut him short. He explained what was going on: I had just been kidnapped from my ہوم in telepax. i was now officially slave. but thatss if i survive the trip....I was on a boat. to magix. it would take weeks to get there. i was sharing this ship without around 200 others. "So, i'll never see my family again?" "Oh sure آپ will....while your past out during a torturing session. oh, but dont worry your strong. I can tell. you'll survive." i started to cry....."Oh god, your not really crying are you?" he hugged me. "Whats your name?" As i cried into him i managed to read the sign on my arm....."Last time i checked: Vibbie. But im assuming im now 222?" He nodded. "222's a funny name. I'm 175. pleased to meet you, oh, but آپ can call me Caspian. im four years old." I smiled at him: his eyes were warm and friendly: "So, آپ a fairy then?" "I dont know anymore....maybe. یا am i going to lose that too?" ****
I spent the اگلے few weeks with Caspian. he had dark brown eyes and a dark complexion to match. their 200 others, but a few where in a odd room, we were told not to enter....those who did didnt seem to leave the room. i wondered what was inside it. i dont know what time it was, when we were to be fed, how close we were to this city of magix and wheather we'll survive the trip in these condition...."222: I cant stand this anymore. lets go on deck, when the slave traders are asleep. im going crazy." I nodded, i still wasnt that sure what was going on, so i figured there was only one way to find out. as i entered the deck, i felt the breeze in my blue hair: it revived me. I was alive! living proof! the moonlight shone beautifully on the waters: "Caspian- im alive!" He laughed: "I can see that 222!" his face went from a grin to a grimance: "But you'll never be alive in the same way again." I sighed..."Vibbie, can آپ remember what your mother looks like?" i couldn't even remember her name.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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My name vibbibrinnia. that is, when i wasnt being slave 222.
