Slave Monologues

They told me I would forget. That the heaviness of my mind would ease away with time and I wouldn't feel like this anymore.

I admit it seemed logical to me, that I would move on. So many nights I would slip away hoping I would wake with you not on my mind and only peace. But I knew I never would, please understand. I never believed it would happen, it was only hope, that's all, only hope.

The first day I met you, everyone said it was raining, I would have said so too, but now, looking back, I realize it was different that day. There were no raindrops, but tear drops instead. Like the sky was crying for you.

Training drills were cut short that day, because of the water and mud, and I was invited for a meal with the others. I didn't have
And that was it, I slammed the door.

You must have thought I was crazy, a real lunatic, maybe I am, but right then, I couldn't look at you, or I may have punched a wall. Not because I was mad at you, I was never mad at you, but because I was mad at the old witch.

I erupted up the stairs after that, soaking clothes and all. I walked right to her room, something of a rare event as I hardly ventured past the kitchen to be honest. I liked to keep to my side of the house.

I pounded on her door until she answered me, my fists leaving little drops of water in their wake. Oh that fucking look on her face when she saw my face, like she'd just stepped in crap. Nose upturned, lip a slight snarl. I didn't give her a chance to address me before I went at her, all "What the hell?" And "How could you do this?" A stream of curses that slurred to one string of unadulterated rage. It was dumb I know, after all, she was an Elder and I was a Mago.

When my throat began to sting and my knees felt weak, she silenced me.

"Enough little girl, you have no right," her voice was lethal, but ever
I wanted to rip her mouth off.

" Now then, return to your quarters. Your presence is not needed at dinner tonight, the slave will serve you. That will be all.”

And she promptly shut the door in my face.

I was speechless, the gall of that woman, I could not believe. At that moment I missed home more than ever, it was so cold here, both the people and the weather. Emil was the only person I found I enjoyed. At home people did not own slaves, they just became slaves. And I suppose that was why I was here, to stop that.

I crept down the stairs, eerily quiet and solemn the day seemed. The house was so empty today. I ran my hand along the field stone walls until I came to the room I found you in. Light was still pouring out from under the door and the faint sound of scrubbing echoed from inside.

I paused for a moment, then silently slid the rock candy Emil had given my out of my pocket, and under the crack in the door. I recognized a long beat of silence as the scrubbing sounds stopped before I made my way further down the hall to my