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Saying good-bye
1 reviewThis is a young girl's story, of how she is taken from her father and becomes a slave. Will she find happyness? maby. P.S. The warnings are for later chapters.
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"Daddy, daddy!" she cries running as fast as she dares to go, threw the burned-down village that was once her home. Her short strawberry-blond hair flailing wildly behind her to occasionally turn round and nip at her face, her short legs burning and aching, her small heart is beating so fast and hard she thought it would burst, but she dare not stop. When she finally collapsed and stops she starts to cry. Her pale cheeks are now stained with silver tears. Suddenly a small shimmer of light makes its way threw the appending darkness to her. The tears from her eyes slowly come to a stop and are replaced by the bounding brilliance of her smile. The light grows larger and starts to take form. She wraps her small delicate arms around the figure that now stands before her.
"Daddy!" she cries in shear delight.
I'm here." he whispers as he buts a hand on her head and whispers to her comforting her. "Don't cry."
She grips her father tighter and a long smile of pure bliss graces her lips. Drops of crimson liquid start to seep from her eyes and mouth. She realizes the soft skin on her back is ripping. She slowly turns her head to see what is wrong without alarming her father. She could just barely make out the shimmering underneath her raggedy dress where the skin had been torn. As painful as it is the girl does not make a sound and to her surprise no blood came from the wound. She glances back up at her father to look for answers on his face but there were none to be found. He squats down to her and pulls her into a warm embrace. The watery tears from his eyes start trickling down his cheek and into her soft wild hair.
"I'm so sorry, my angel." he sobs holding her tighter than before, "Forgive me, but I can't keep you anymore. You have to go away."
Her eyes grow wide at his words. She becomes severely frightened and asks in a hoarse voice:
"Why daddy? What's wrong? Why can't I stay with you? I don't understand daddy. What's going on?"
He lets go of his trembling daughter and stands up and looks off past her into the distance. She turns around to see what he sees, but the seeping blood from her silver eyes blurs her vision. All she could make out was a tall man in a long flowing cape with raven-black hair approaching them casually and profoundly.
"Is she ready?" asks the stranger in a dark and alluring voice.
"Please my lord," her father pleads, "She is but a child, no more than five years of age, she can't possibly be of any use to you."
"Oh, but on the contrary, she can be very useful to me at this age." he says holding his hand up to the father's face to stop him from talking.
He looks down at the girl and notices that she is losing a lot of blood. He drops gracefully down to one knee and cups her shin and ever so gently lifts her face to look at him into his eyes. She can't tell if he is smiling or not her eyes were so blurred by the blood. He closely examined her mouth. The small streams of blood seemed to affect him in a way that surprised even him-self. He becomes slightly entranced at the sight of blood on her face.
He clicks his tongue a few times and says to the girl's father without taking his eyes from her, "This is no good. Your daughter is bleeding from her eyes and mouth."
The father seems surprised. The father rushes over to his daughter and looks carefully at her then gives a relieved sigh.
"So she IS of no use to you," he says with a slight flicker of hope in his voice.
"Oh no, that is not a problem. I will still take her but I cannot have her bleed in my carriage." he takes the girl's tiny hand into his massive one and starts to drag her away from her weeping father.
"Come child, we have to go now."
The small child starts to struggle and squirm to brake free of his crushing grasp. She manages to slip free of his grip and run to her poor weeping father and clasp securely onto his leg.
"Daddy, don't let him take me away! Please!" she yells franticly, "Daddy, don't you love me anymore? Did I do something bad?"
The father then fell to his knees and wraps his strong arms around her tiny form one last time and tears fall from his eyes uncontrollably.
"Of course I love you, my angel. How could I not?"
"Then don't make me go away daddy!" She cries as she sobs holding her father's neck for dear life.
"I wish I didn't have to, but I have no choice. I have no money and I lost the farm and the only thing I could do to keep you alive was to sell you." He slowly pulls away from his precious little daughter and holds onto her shoulders gently, "The man I sold you to is a mage, a very powerful sorcerer. He will be harsh but at least you will not starve, you will have a roof over your head, and a bed to sleep in. He bought you will quite a bit of money so do well my child and may Chati protect you."
He rises to his feet and walks away. The small girl not fully understanding what just happened just stood there with tears of blood streaming down her pale cheeks. The man placed a firm hand on her delicate shoulder, and watched the girl's father leave. The father turns around and glances one last time at the both of them.
"Take care of her, my lord?" he asks the man with pleading eyes.
"I will." the tall mage replies as the broken father turned back to his path and walked off threw the burnt village. The golden haired cherub stood frozen with a strait face, blood red tears rushing past her soft shin, and watched her father disappear into nothing. The man beside her gives her shoulder a gently firm squeeze. He turns her around to look at him.
"Now to take care of that blood," he says nonchalantly.
He places a hand on her face and it begins to glow gold. The little girl's face remained emotionless as if nothing affected her at all. He lowers his hand and gets up grandly and turns and walks to a carriage behind him grandly. She fallows close behind not saying a word with blood still flowing from her eyes. The mage notices this and stops and turns to face her. He lowers himself to her height.
"What's this?" he questions, "I thought I healed you. I guess I'll have to try harder."
He repeats what happened only moments ago only this time glowed even more brilliantly and the little girl flinches from pain. He appears to be finished but the blood will not stop seeping from her eyes.
"Why isn't it working?" he mumbles.
The little girl paid no head to what the mage said and walks past him towards the carriage and stops in front of the door.
"My lord, you should get in. It's growing dark and it will rain soon. We should be heading home," she says tonelessly.
Her eyes as cold as winter with no on around to enjoy the beauty, or death it brings. He stares at her in confusion for a moment and then walks with grate pride toward the carriage. He stops just before the step up.
"I will not have blood in my carriage. So if you cannot do something about your bloody face you will walk. Do I make myself clear?" He questioned with great distain for her.
"Crystal." she replied again with no emotion in her voice.
She promptly reached for the hem of her terribly ruined, barely-held-together, tan dress and tore some of it off and wiped her face of the blood and got into the carriage after her new master. The bleeding didn't start again. The y sat in silence for hours. The small girl once again looks like a stone angel, as she stared out the window studying everything that goes by and memorizing the way back. The mage stares and watches her with his golden eyes. His dark raven hair dancing in the tiny breeze that softly crawls into the carriage threw the open window. He studies her features carefully, memorizing every curve, until he realizes he doesn't know who she truly is.
"What is your name girl?" he asks suddenly.
She replies to her question without looking at him "MY daddy called me Angel, but I know that it has no meaning anymore, because I know that you can take it away from me and call me what ever you wish, and I can't do anything about it."
"Very wise for a little girl," He complements but not really mean it, "but rest assured that I will not take your name from you. I am Lord Edixir, but you will call me Master. You understand me?"
Angel did not reply for a long time but she managed a simple nod.
"You don't talk much do you?" he inquired, "no matter. That just makes things a lot easer for me."
"Daddy!" she cries in shear delight.
I'm here." he whispers as he buts a hand on her head and whispers to her comforting her. "Don't cry."
She grips her father tighter and a long smile of pure bliss graces her lips. Drops of crimson liquid start to seep from her eyes and mouth. She realizes the soft skin on her back is ripping. She slowly turns her head to see what is wrong without alarming her father. She could just barely make out the shimmering underneath her raggedy dress where the skin had been torn. As painful as it is the girl does not make a sound and to her surprise no blood came from the wound. She glances back up at her father to look for answers on his face but there were none to be found. He squats down to her and pulls her into a warm embrace. The watery tears from his eyes start trickling down his cheek and into her soft wild hair.
"I'm so sorry, my angel." he sobs holding her tighter than before, "Forgive me, but I can't keep you anymore. You have to go away."
Her eyes grow wide at his words. She becomes severely frightened and asks in a hoarse voice:
"Why daddy? What's wrong? Why can't I stay with you? I don't understand daddy. What's going on?"
He lets go of his trembling daughter and stands up and looks off past her into the distance. She turns around to see what he sees, but the seeping blood from her silver eyes blurs her vision. All she could make out was a tall man in a long flowing cape with raven-black hair approaching them casually and profoundly.
"Is she ready?" asks the stranger in a dark and alluring voice.
"Please my lord," her father pleads, "She is but a child, no more than five years of age, she can't possibly be of any use to you."
"Oh, but on the contrary, she can be very useful to me at this age." he says holding his hand up to the father's face to stop him from talking.
He looks down at the girl and notices that she is losing a lot of blood. He drops gracefully down to one knee and cups her shin and ever so gently lifts her face to look at him into his eyes. She can't tell if he is smiling or not her eyes were so blurred by the blood. He closely examined her mouth. The small streams of blood seemed to affect him in a way that surprised even him-self. He becomes slightly entranced at the sight of blood on her face.
He clicks his tongue a few times and says to the girl's father without taking his eyes from her, "This is no good. Your daughter is bleeding from her eyes and mouth."
The father seems surprised. The father rushes over to his daughter and looks carefully at her then gives a relieved sigh.
"So she IS of no use to you," he says with a slight flicker of hope in his voice.
"Oh no, that is not a problem. I will still take her but I cannot have her bleed in my carriage." he takes the girl's tiny hand into his massive one and starts to drag her away from her weeping father.
"Come child, we have to go now."
The small child starts to struggle and squirm to brake free of his crushing grasp. She manages to slip free of his grip and run to her poor weeping father and clasp securely onto his leg.
"Daddy, don't let him take me away! Please!" she yells franticly, "Daddy, don't you love me anymore? Did I do something bad?"
The father then fell to his knees and wraps his strong arms around her tiny form one last time and tears fall from his eyes uncontrollably.
"Of course I love you, my angel. How could I not?"
"Then don't make me go away daddy!" She cries as she sobs holding her father's neck for dear life.
"I wish I didn't have to, but I have no choice. I have no money and I lost the farm and the only thing I could do to keep you alive was to sell you." He slowly pulls away from his precious little daughter and holds onto her shoulders gently, "The man I sold you to is a mage, a very powerful sorcerer. He will be harsh but at least you will not starve, you will have a roof over your head, and a bed to sleep in. He bought you will quite a bit of money so do well my child and may Chati protect you."
He rises to his feet and walks away. The small girl not fully understanding what just happened just stood there with tears of blood streaming down her pale cheeks. The man placed a firm hand on her delicate shoulder, and watched the girl's father leave. The father turns around and glances one last time at the both of them.
"Take care of her, my lord?" he asks the man with pleading eyes.
"I will." the tall mage replies as the broken father turned back to his path and walked off threw the burnt village. The golden haired cherub stood frozen with a strait face, blood red tears rushing past her soft shin, and watched her father disappear into nothing. The man beside her gives her shoulder a gently firm squeeze. He turns her around to look at him.
"Now to take care of that blood," he says nonchalantly.
He places a hand on her face and it begins to glow gold. The little girl's face remained emotionless as if nothing affected her at all. He lowers his hand and gets up grandly and turns and walks to a carriage behind him grandly. She fallows close behind not saying a word with blood still flowing from her eyes. The mage notices this and stops and turns to face her. He lowers himself to her height.
"What's this?" he questions, "I thought I healed you. I guess I'll have to try harder."
He repeats what happened only moments ago only this time glowed even more brilliantly and the little girl flinches from pain. He appears to be finished but the blood will not stop seeping from her eyes.
"Why isn't it working?" he mumbles.
The little girl paid no head to what the mage said and walks past him towards the carriage and stops in front of the door.
"My lord, you should get in. It's growing dark and it will rain soon. We should be heading home," she says tonelessly.
Her eyes as cold as winter with no on around to enjoy the beauty, or death it brings. He stares at her in confusion for a moment and then walks with grate pride toward the carriage. He stops just before the step up.
"I will not have blood in my carriage. So if you cannot do something about your bloody face you will walk. Do I make myself clear?" He questioned with great distain for her.
"Crystal." she replied again with no emotion in her voice.
She promptly reached for the hem of her terribly ruined, barely-held-together, tan dress and tore some of it off and wiped her face of the blood and got into the carriage after her new master. The bleeding didn't start again. The y sat in silence for hours. The small girl once again looks like a stone angel, as she stared out the window studying everything that goes by and memorizing the way back. The mage stares and watches her with his golden eyes. His dark raven hair dancing in the tiny breeze that softly crawls into the carriage threw the open window. He studies her features carefully, memorizing every curve, until he realizes he doesn't know who she truly is.
"What is your name girl?" he asks suddenly.
She replies to her question without looking at him "MY daddy called me Angel, but I know that it has no meaning anymore, because I know that you can take it away from me and call me what ever you wish, and I can't do anything about it."
"Very wise for a little girl," He complements but not really mean it, "but rest assured that I will not take your name from you. I am Lord Edixir, but you will call me Master. You understand me?"
Angel did not reply for a long time but she managed a simple nod.
"You don't talk much do you?" he inquired, "no matter. That just makes things a lot easer for me."
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