*a girl thought it might be interesting to build a page that told the story of her life and times so she pulled out a crumpled piece of rence paper and dug about in a drawer and came up with a rather stubby, but usable writing stick and she set forth to making her notes

it had been a long time since she had thought of the events in her life that now found her where she was and documenting them in such a fashion would indeed keep her busy and challenged, could she even remember some things? did she wish to do such? she would fill it in as best she could and then continue it along her life and perhaps once she had found her way to the City of Dust, someone might find this log and make a movie about her

she smirked a bit at her own vanity, knowing well her tale was not all that different from every slave before her and would hardly waver from the story of the slaves that would follow her, all the same, she found it interesting and hoped those that read what she wrote here did too*

It began long, long ago, in a land far, far away, the Rebel Forces had been driven into the darkest of secrecy, hidden from the Clone armies lead now by Master Vader..........

no, no, that's not how it began, wrong story

a girl can say that she was born a Free because she was, the daughter of a Builder from Port Kar and His Artisan Companion originally from Ar. she enjoyed great freedoms as a child, often accompanying her Mother on trips for supplies or tagging along with her Father as He saw to building Homes, Taverns and Inns throughout the South. this wench was also afforded a good education, learning to read and write and being allowed to openly express her thoughts and her dreams both in written word as well as with a brush and oils.

From very early on, a girl was entertained and intrigued with the slaves. one in particular, a pretty girl that her Mother had brought with her from Ar, had taken care of her as a baby and chased after her as a toddler. Within 10 years in age they were like best friends. A curious sort, she had watched and mimicked the slave every chance she got and though neither her Father nor Mother was pleased with what They saw happening, thinking it was just a phase, they allowed such to continue until it was too late.....

a girl had accompanied the slave to the Markets of Port Kar, accompanied by one of her Father's Guards, they were to gather food and other supplies from the Markets. she now remembers that day as one that changed her life completely. The shopping had been completed just as darkness was beginning to settle about the city and the Guard that had escorted them from Merchant to Merchant had had His fill of playing escort to girls. He decided they would stop at a Tavern near the edge of town. One paga He had said, afterall, He had earned it this day. That night, though the how and why were a mystery, she was seized by the tavern owner, stripped of her garments and a band of steel put about her throat.

she became what her Owner had called a kettle slave, tucked away to scrub, clean and cook, making the tavern ready for the Patrons that always filled it to capacity each night. It was hard work, but she somehow didn't mind it much and for her efforts, the Owner granted her permission to explore when she was not working, her artistry with oils soon hung upon His walls like proud possessions. He wasn't a young Man when He had claimed her and as He aged, He turned the operation of the tavern over to one of His sons. A thwarty and handsome Man, known for His entertainment of the beauties and His lust for games of chance. In debt to so many, He often invited Them to the tavern to eat, drink and use the girls as repayment. One night His debt was not so easily forgiven and He found Himself sparring in the pits, His death was quick, almost immediate and a girl faced her uncertainty.

The Man now in possession of the Tavern desired neither it nor the slaves that belonged there and all were sold to the highest bidders. she found herself the property of a Merchant who had thought the profit on her was worth the investment. she gave Him His return when she was traded for several casks of Northern meade and she was lead to a large sailing ship, her destination Kassau where she would be branded and added to this new Man's chain. But again, her life was changed when, by dark of night, the ship was attacked, raided for it's contents, Men and slaves slayed in their attempts to defend or flee. she somehow found her way past the flames that burned at the ship's bow, past the Man that had so briefly owned her, now dead upon the ships deck, and she hid in the only place she could think of, the belly of the pirate ship.

she did well hidden there, 3 times the sky shined bright and then darkened before she made the mistake of falling asleep near a doorway as she had been watching the light of day settle. Awakened with a sharp yank to her hair, she became a captive, whipped and beaten for her behavior and sentenced to clean the deck, to service the crew in whatever way they had desired. Far too often the ship's Captain felt compelled to whip her for entertainment and as she felt the sting of her skin splitting open, she promised herself the first chance she was near land she would sooner drown in swimming to land than to take another beating. It was dark the night they reached Kassau and as she had promised herself, she slipped over the side of the boat and into the icey waters, swimming unseen to shore, frozen and wet, she did what she must to survive, traveling inland, until she found herself at the entrance to Hrimgar.

she was given a chance in the north by Merchant Mistress, Alena Tetranis Blackfalder. While in the Mistress' lodge a wench began life anew. she strived to learn the ways of a bond, determined to dismiss her silkie habits and adapt to the life of one living in the frozen North. she worked hard, learned much and enjoyed the travels and adventures her Mistress lead her on. On one such adventure, a visit to the Tuchuk's to mourn the loss and celebrate the life of One close to her Mistress, a Master became interested in the wench, she had the grand pleasure of serving Him that day and spend her nights dreaming of Him when she once again found herself in the frozen North. Later, by the luck of the Love Wars, the Master again found this wench, it was there, in the Plains of Turia that her Mistress sold her to that Master, driving a hard bargain and netting herself a hefty profit.

This wench then became the property of MasterAshrak, Warrior and Swordsman of the great city of Turia. she became known as sadiya, meaning lucky, and as she continued to learn and grow and to serve with love and devotion to the Man that made her His, she began to think she might well befit the name she was given. Returned she was, to the silkie butt teachings, though, once bitten by the bondie traditions, no silkie is ever the same, she was bold, she was brazen, she served Him with heat and passion.

diya, as Most began to call her, continued to feel the luck that comes with her new place as the Ubar and His girl deemed the wench worthy of being named second girl of Turia. she was both honoured and humbled by such and prays her actions brought pride to Turia and the people of it.

Many, many hands passed, hands that turned into months, the wench dutiful in her service, remained devoted without question to Swordsman, she nursed Him when injury threatened Him and even took Him from her for a period of time. Again He answered the call of duty, going off in service to Turia, seven long hands passed without word from Him and the Ubar of Turia decided that diya's life again must face change. On October 16, diya was sent before the iron worker's, the precious Turian steel secured fast to her throat was removed, and in it's place, city steel. Her heart bled for the loss, yet, not unlike the other losses, too, she grew and continued to strive to become more than she has been.

Lured by loneliness, feeling safety from a Master and slave she had met during their visit to Turia, diya ventured with them to His home, serving with His slave within His hall. she began to find the flicker in her heart once more, the spirit of life that had beat within her before tragedy had struck. With it came a thirst for more adventure, for the exploration the Swordsman had often promised. she eagerly accompanied a group to the city of Thentis, savoring the amazing views, the cooler mountain air and the peace that came in once more offering service. On the day the party prepared to depart, the Merchant Magistrate of Thentis had other plans for sadiya.

With binding fibers pulled from His belt, the Man secured the wench to a low table in the City's Main Hall, she became His captive. More than two hands passed and no Free from Turia came to fetch Their second girl, the Turian steel was once again removed from her throat, in it's place a {Market} collar was locked. she was to be taken to Fort Haskins, inspected and trained within the Slaver's House there, her fate to be determined once her worth was valued. The Merchant Magistrate saw to her personally, putting her through the paces, measuring every hort of her form, studying her, recording every detail of her to papers.

she was found to have no markings of slavery, save the collar that encased her throat, on the 1st of December that too ended, a beautiful dina was branded high upon her left thigh. Now and forever, she would be marked slave, but there was still more. Later that day, while the pain of the brand was still fresh, while the flesh was still raw,
the Merchant Magistrate Mintar of Thentis again removed the steel at her throat, this time fitting it with a grand Arian forged collar, crafted by the Administrator Himself.

her name unchanged, her luck at last realized, she now serves Him with heart, mind, body and soul.

Driven to be the best slave she could to Mintar, she soon found herself living a very different life. No longer was she assigned the tasks of overseeing slaves of a City as well as a Master, now her focus was entirely upon her Master. A beast of pleasure was her new destiney. The slave of a Merchant, she soon learned the ways of Caravan living.

The journey took them to many places, some she had heard of before, some she hadn't and some that had once been her home. Oh how excited she was to be on the Turian Plains once more, word was that they would be stopping in Turia and even perhaps doing some trading with the Ubar of the Tuchuk. Trading quickly was renamed Raiding as her Master's Caravan was attacked by the Tuchuk Tribe. her Master and her, along with a supply wagon and the caravan's slave wagon were taken during the raid. Within the land she once felt safe, she was now held captive. she endured the witnessing of her Master's torture and by the luck of a good throw of a bar of soap, aided in rendering the single Guard unconscious. Rescued by the Ubar of Cos and a traveling Warrior, they were taken to Turia, where the Caravan regrouped and continued on it's way.

To be continued......

she is driven by her passion and her desire to serve .......... she is, quite simply and without question, ...........

slave

Last updated: March 2007

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