[Destinysdesire]

Life is never easy for a slave, worse for those born into the hell one calls the life of a slave. I never knew my mother or father. I was ripped from her the moment I was born and taken to the auctions. I was auctioned off as babies are valuable, no prior attachments, can be trained as they are wanted to be. My new Master dumped me into the arms of his slave girl and told her to rear me till I was five. I remember her first words to me, the first words every spoken to me and they were filled with sadness. "I am sorry little one, the hell you will endure growing up, is only the beginning of the hell you will know for the rest of your life. Once a slave, always a slave, there is no other hope for you." For the first five years, she would remind me that. Then eventually I would be taken from her and given to the Masters son. A life of pain, suffering, abuse and torment. As he grew he would become more violent, liked to test his hand as a tattooist on my skin and find new ways to cause pain.

By the time I was in my early thirties, his father died. Leaving me in the care of his tyrannical son who now had his own child. I wish I could say things got better, but in reality they just kept getting worse. I wish I could say his son was better, or kinder, but that too would be a lie. If anything he was more cruel. Testing magics, drinking to excess and coming to torment me while drunk. Carving deep marks into my skin and testing how much pain I could endure before blacking out. They were a family of monsters. For fifty years I put up with his hell, his father dying rather young due to some "accident" which more I think meant he stepped a foot out of line and they removed him. After his fathers death he took it very hard. His drinking and even drug abuse became worse and more obvious. He became more cruel, which led to the incident...

I had been asleep in my closet, I wish I could say a room, but it wasn't really even that. I heard him coming, drunk as ever shouting my name. I cringed hearing him, I could always tell when he was drunk, his words would slur and his anger was insatiable. When the door opened I saw a look in his eyes I had only ever seen once prior, murderous, nothing that would promise my survival if I didn't act. I saw the flash of the knife as he came over grabbing me at the neck and started cutting. I didn't think, I just acted. I had to save my own life because I truly believe he would have killed me. He must have gotten into the much stronger liquor making him more crazy then usual. It is forbidden for a slave to touch their Master but I punched him, and when he kept coming, I continued fighting...till eventually he stopped moving. I only then looked at myself and realized, not all the blood on me was mine...a lot of it was his. He lay dead at my feet, not moving, not breathing. I did the only thing a slave could do in this situation...I fled. A slave that gets nailed for killing their Master, without protection from another Master will be put to death. I have no one. He sired no children, no direct family I know of. There is only me now running...though how far can one really run from Eltabbar when one cannot leave Thay without their Master?

I don't know...

Alendril.

[Destinysdesire]

I have found a new home, and the Mistress seems far kinder to me then my Master ever was. New clothing, a cloak, a belt and a necklace, she seems kind, though I still wait for the other foot to drop, for the beatings to start once more. Hara seems more like my old Master, quick to beat into me verbally if I am not perfect, or say something she doesn't like even when its truth. Though she thinks I am an idiot for accepting my station in life. As though I could run away and survive out there. I was barely managing three days let alone a lifetime. What would she understand, she was born free, I was born in chains. She has already gone out of her way to inflict extra pain on me in her anger, so her I do not trust, I could see her waiting till the Mistress and Keerla weren't looking and beating into me simply because she can. I will take it though, I always do. 

Keerla seems...decent? If a bit distant and cold, though most overseers are. They don't get close to slaves so they can administer harsher punishments without emotional conflict. I don't mind, I am used to being alone and without anyone else. I have been alone since the day I was born, it makes little to no difference now. The only good thing in this, is the Mistress is of my faith, so I will be allowed to practice my faith which does bring me some relief. Already I have learned that unless Mistress bids it, or I am asked something specific, I should avoid speaking when Hara is around, or she will attack me verbally or find a way to punish me physically later. The brand still hurts. 

She talks a lot about running away, how I am a fool for submitting myself. I fear mistress will soon have a new issue with that slave. Hara has much to learn about being a slave. She is not a free woman anymore, she is property, as much as cattle. She has no rights, no free will, she has what the Mistress deems to give her and nothing else. The sooner she learns this the better she will be. For now though, she is only a viper waiting to strike, and I worry the damage and pain she will cause the Mistress...

Alendril