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She never could have imagined the beginning of the end. Growing up for sixteen years of her life in the kingdom of Drakon, life had been fairly easy for her. Although she wasn't an only child, her sister had disappeared into thin air and was never found. Melony, now heir to the Drakon throne was very well rounded and mature, the candy in every knights’' eyes. The dear child was trapped in a time of war, a life of loss and sorrow.
Drakon had one big enemy. Actually, the largest kingdom in all of Everlied. The kingdom of Zrell, known as the unmovable kingdom was the last kingdom that posed Drakon a threat of being attacked. Despite the war was between all the kingdoms, the largest normally were there attackers, or just left alone. Chaos was the best word for this mess, and Melony, heir to Drakon's throne dared to try and stop it.
Many men had attempted to attack and infiltrate the Zrell walls; no one ever returned to even tell their tale. Once and a while, Zrell would be merciful and send back the dead body. Others would slowly be cut to pieces. They would be painfully killed, then a part of their body would be the only thing to return to the kingdom as a warning to all.
The princess was sickened by this. Going against all of her father's orders, she rode off to Zrell at midday, to arrive at Zrell when the night was at its darkest hour. Her plan seemed reasonable in her own mind. To bad it wasn't a perfect plan either, or have any back-ups or retreat plans. Her mind was just set on her goal.
The details of how she was caught were very long and tedious. To sum it up, she stole a guards horse, snuck in, tried to sneak through town, and well the rest is self explanatory. The princess was caught. unlike most, she did strike a slight chance of luck, for she bore no symbols of her own kingdom, and was only charged for stealing a guards horse.
Princess Melony of Drakon, was now just a girl. A servant, forever to run at the will of the royal Zrelliat family. This is where the story truly begins, for her life and all she knew were changed forever. The young woman never imagined the striking of a whip on skin. They gave her mercy once more for being a woman. Five lashes and servitude for eternity. She'd never forget the sickening sound that tore her skin with ease. The horror is unimaginable, and engraved in her mind.
The whip left her with no scars. She was half elf, half human, so her body healed itself. sadly, it wouldn't heal her mind. Melony sat upon her wooden, lumpy bed with a small journal. Zrell allowed their captives and slaves to write, to keep their sanity, or what remained of it under control. her pages normally remained blank, for she saw no purpose in such a task. The only page she wrote on was dead center of her journal, a message of missing home from the first night.
Other than that, she remained locked up in the room while others at least got to experience the sunlight once and a while. it was more like jail, death she would have welcomed at this point. Days and days, and more days passed drearily. Soon enough, the precious jewel's light of Drakon had faded. Even sleep would no longer welcome her, for it was all she had done in two weeks.
"Take that one out, bring her to the room to dress. Don't...make me wait," The voice was unfamiliar and cold, but looking around, the woman were all cowering. It wasn't the king, she had unfortunately stumbled upon him once before. It mattered to her? Thinking more on it for a few brief moments allowed her mind to drift back into the normal uncomfortable sleep. Little did Melony know, she was "that one". The guards charged in, recklessly pulling Melony up by her hair. Squeals and shrieks surrounded her, while she forced her eyes into focus. Having lived with battle training, her response to such actions was to fight, and that was exactly what she attempted to accomplish. The first sign of struggled was her last, for her body was smashed into the floor beneath her.
The cold menacing shackles clamped her wrists and ankles tight enough to cut off circulation, or the verge of that. Forced to her feet, and eyes covered, the woman's shrieks around her never ceased. Maybe that dream was about to become the horrible reality. fear began to course through her veins. hands were felt grabbing prodding, ripping her clothes from her body, while cold water drenched her bare skin. The remains of the slices stung, but every time she attempted to turn she was pulled in another direction. The hands were definitely female, they were too careful and smooth to be of a man.
Moments passed like hours. Horus of poking and pulling of the hair passed, torturous moments while Melony's big loud mouth got her a nasty smack to her cheek. Everything around her felt cold and unusually painful. The blindfold was abruptly removed, revealing tons of silks and dressers for hair. Yet, they all stood before her bare. Bare and dirty, it seemed so wrong, yet she knew they had clothed her. Looking down upon her body, she was covered, but scarcely.
"You should go now to the guards, if you don't you'll be hit again," one woman dared to speak while others were cowering away pathetically.
"why, what.."
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