Post by Nayeli on Nov 20, 2010 17:58:30 GMT -5
I was given the nameAwiti Ekere Richards
Born on a warm dry eveningSixteen Years ago
To the Desert as aHuman Woman
Trained to be aFormer Slave; Protector of the Dragon Eggs
Allied with the mightyRiders
My master called me a beautiful angel…But the words scared me, thinking he would take me into a dark room like he did the older girls, so I hid from his presence. I hold light green eyes, though my mother says I must have gained them from my father, who had rapped her at the age of sixteen because no one from her family holds the eyes that I do. My hair is long, braided into many braids that run down my back and my mother always washes it, keeping it smooth and soft, unlike many black girls. My cheeks hold high bones and I have dark skin, very dark skin, much dark then the skin of my mother, which proves I gain it from my father, whom I never knew.
My body is curved, even at this young of age. I hold already breast that my masters are always looking at and some even try to touch. My body rolls, though I try to hid my body wearing thick or loose clothing that goes over me and makes me look straight as a pole. My skin is flawless, except for the many markings of my masters, one being on my right shoulder of a pawprint, the marking of my first master when I was only a toddler. Another marking being on my left shoulder and being that of four straight lines, it being of my third owner. The last marking is of my last owner and it three initials being above my right breast, just under my collar bone of his three names. I was not going to be a working slave for him, but he died before I was old enough to be his sex slave.
My hips curve with my body, showing me to be a beautiful young lady and one many men would want. I normally wear loose clothing to hid my body and my markings, but since I came into the custody of Leilani, who is nice and caring, she has had made for me beautiful dress, both casual and also formal. Mostly they are straight dresses, nothing too big and tight to my skin. I wear them and she does not treat me as a slave, she has even given me a dagger for protection, which she had had in her own possession. She has given me her jewelry and called me her own sister.
Since training started, my body changed... I grew older and I held muscles that formed from my physical work to get me into shape. I learned the use of simple magic. Though my many scars still remain to remind me of where I had come from. I now carry myself with a higher self-esteem and pride that I did not have before. I do not mind wearing clothing that fits to my body.
My mother said I was a blessing…Though I do not know if I should believe her. For years I remember hiding behind her skirts, scared of the men who marked our bodies and hurt us. My whole life has been full of nightmares and I am still young. My mother always told me to be brave, to hold my head high into the air, for my second name meant Praise and I was to praise the skies, for they would deliver me one day. I, however, could never force myself to even think about looking to the skies, for fear that my own body would be beaten down like those around me.
I did have at least some emotion though, even though I was treated like the dogs. I love my family and I was lucky to have my mother through most my dreaded life. I also had the few friends who were my age, but we only were together for a few months before we were beaten away from each other or when they died. I was lucky to have a few stay with me when I was sold with my mother or at least stayed with my mother, but I still loved those I met and were taken from me quickly. No matter what, they were still my family in a way and I did love them greatly.
I never could hate anyone, at least, not those like me. We were all treated the same by those who wanted us for nothing more then slaves. I felt anger towards those who hurt my family and friends, wanting to protect them, but never got close to them during the beatings. It was my mother who held me back, or my friends when my mother was beat. I was always pushed away, which possible caused my shyness and my own reason for being down in the dumps all the time. I am very shy, never really wanting to talk and always shuddering when I am called to, thinking I am about to be beaten.
Inside I think I could become a great leader, maybe even a good person, but being a slave, I doubt I will ever show my brave side, will ever so the side of determination I have in my heart to be free.
Born in the desert of a far away land…I never knew who my true family was, only knew my mother. But here is the story of how I came to be. My mother was the daughter of a Chief, a man who ruled a large village and she was to be married to a young man of another nearby village. The man was dark and handsome, beautiful beyond compare, with dark green eyes and a tall body. She had met him only once and she did not like him, called him cooky and had told her maids that she was running away. The maid, being the cousin to the man who was going to marry her, went to him and told him of this. During the night, when she was planning on running away, he dressed in all black and when she had made it to the brush, he jumped her, rapping her and leaving her during the night.
The next morning she returned home to her father, who was outraged by her runaway, but when she said she had been rapped her did not believe her. Said that is she were to keep the baby, he would throw her out of the village, but if she were to kill the baby while it was in the womb, she could still be married and be the princess. She refused to kill the baby and the next day, she was given a weeks worth of bread and water and was sent into the grassland and desert. She grew lucky and found a small band of women and men who helped her birth the child many months later, but not only did she birth the child there, for four years they lived happily, as a big family.
It was late one night when this happy group were forced into a world of nightmares and pain. A bunch of white skinned people came, killing a few of the men and then taking the rest of the men, women and children with them to a large town, full of the white people. Most of the families were kept together to keep them happy, but once they left that market, they were Sold separate. Women stayed with young children until they were young teenagers and then they were sold apart. I was lucky I was only four years old, because I never remembered the night or the first time I was sold, but I do have the marking of the man we called “Wolf”, the paw print that is deep in my skin.
He sold my mother and me three years later when I was just seven years old. My mother had her scars from not doing as was told and I was forced to go to a new owner, who did not mark us like the first had. I was old enough to work, but he allowed the children my age to play with his children, knowing that we were still young and even taught us things. He was a nice owner, but he was our master and inside, he still did not care much about us. He sold us again, to my third owner, who gave me the marking on my left arm. I stayed there from the time I was ten years old till I was eleven, I was with him. He died only a few months after I turned eleven and then I went to my next owner, who knew what he wanted from me.
I had heard from other girls he hurt them in areas that a man was not to see until they were married and my mother did everything to protect me. He was old, with wrinkles, but I was his slave, he had all the right to me. I turned fourteen the day he died and I was so happy. We were then brought to a large city not far from the large water and as I stood on stage, the man who was selling me told me I would be good for the men, that I was beautiful. I could hear my mother crying my name and I was scared to death. It was then that a woman on a Gray horse moved through the ground, dropping a black bag of Gold. He almost did not let me go until she showed him her face, her emerald eyes were like mine, but darker. Her hair was black, but she then hid her face again.
She helped me onto her beautiful horse and then rode through the crowd, my body not use to the movement of the horse. She asked for my name and I told her my name. ”Awiti Ekere.” She inquired on the meaning and I told her that it meant Thrown Away Praise. I told her the story my mother had told me about my family and everything and she nodded. She then took me to her home, inquired on my favorite color, which was green. She had many beautiful dressed made for me, some were formal, while others were casual. She even gave me a simple dagger for protection. She gave me shoes for my feet and jewelry that held green stones. She then gave me something I would never thought. She gave me the last name of Richards.
After started training with her lover, Darek, I became a student and then I learned to protect myself. After I finished all my training, I became a protector over the dragon eggs. When my sister came to help bring the humans into the pact, she stayed with me and Darek. After they became part of the pact, she returned home leaving me in Illrea and Darek went with her. It was only two weeks later before they were back with Turin, my brother. It was only a day or so after that that the Elves of the Forest were here and we had to get out and go to an Island of the coast of the mainland.
