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Hi, my name is Kia
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| Created: 2008-06-25 13:07:08 |
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Part One:
Her brown hair whipped around her face. He crystal blue eyes blinked uncertainly. But a second look at the crumbled up scrap of paper in her hand made her sure. This was the place.
She walked up the three steps, and rapped on the door. Minutes went by, and she could hear many footsteps echoing around inside. But it did not seem as if any were coming to the door, so she knocked again.
"I'll be there in a second!" A cheerful elderly voice called out. A minute later, the door opened to reveal the owner of the voice. A small, wrinkled old woman peered at the girl standing on the doorstep. "May I help you, dearie?"
"Y-yes, actually." She answered. "M-my name is Kia, and I was wondering if I could stay...here, with you."
"Oh, Kia!" The woman raised a hand to her mouth. "I'm sorry, you can't, sweety."
"Bu-but I thought this was the orphanage?" Kia said, checking again with the address on her paper. "Run by a, a Ms. Trilsa. Wouldn't that be you?"
"Why yes, that is I. The problem, you see, darling, is that we are just bursting as we are. I'm afraid we have no room available." Ms. Trilsa said. "I'm terribly, terribly sorry, but I’ll have to ask you to leave."
"Ho-how could you..." Kia stammered, but I'm afraid Ms. Trilsa had already shut the door, and had not heard Kia's voice, or seen the tears start to slide down her face. If she had, maybe Kia would have been allowed to stay, but as it were, she was not, and she had to turn around and walk away.
10 years later...
"Why you ungrateful little minx! How dare you steal from master!" An angry washerwoman exclaimed upon seeing Kia with an apron containing three small bread rolls.
"Oh Risa!" Kia cried. "Please?"
Risa shook her head profoundly, a frown on her face. "Last time I let you steal food, I was whipped! And so were you, in case you forgot."
"Nevertheless, Risa, you are fed. You are large and I am small. Look at these bones, poking right out of my skin practically! I am half starved, for all the work I do around here." Kia knew how to bend Risa to her will.
"You are as scrawny as a chicken, if I am any judge." Risa said, and against her better judgment, agreed not to say anything about the bread rolls.
"Thank you! May the many gods of good fortune smile upon you!" Kia said, and walked away.
After rounding a corner, she climbed the tall wall surrounding the building and jumped down to the other side. "I hope he doesn't leave just because I’m late!" She said aloud to herself, and began a complicated route of lefts, rights, and straight ahead through the busy streets.
"Tom! Wait, Tom!" Kia yelled, seeing him walking away from the secluded alley that he normally waited for Kia in. He turned around, and saw her, and ran back into the alley.
"Thank goodness you didn't leave." Kia said, and hugged the little boy. "I brought you an extra bread roll because we both know what special day it is!"
"I turned eight today." Tom said, and gingerly took a bread roll from Kia's apron.
"And I managed some butter as well." Kia told Tom, much to his shock.
"But won't you get into trouble?" Tom asked, as Kia started to butter his roll.
"No. Even if I did, it is worth it for you." Kia said, and then gave Tom his roll, which he gulped down happily.
After he had finished all three rolls, Kia said that she would see him tomorrow.
"Don't go!" He said, and clung to her leg.
"Oh Tom, don't do this! I will see you tomorrow, kay?" Kia said. "I miss you too, but soon we will leave all this behind, and I shall take you away."
"Far away?" Tom asked.
"Past the Anarckin Mountains, all the way to Tyradin. When we get there, we will be rich, and eat bread each day." Kia told him. "How does that sound?"
"Good." Tom answered, and then they departed.
Once Kia got back to Zashi's home, where she worked, she scaled the wall again and made it in time to help Risa with the washing. Once the dinner bell rang, Risa left to get her meal, and Kia went to her room in the servent's quarters at the edge of the property. Exhausted, she lay down and closed her eyes.
It had seemed like she had been there for less than five minutes when a fellow servent woke her up. It was Shilanti, an obnoxious slave who despised Kia. "Get up, Zashi wants to see you." She said with a sneer. "He sounds happy."
This was not good news for Kia. Everyone at Zashi's knew he was only happy when he had money, and he seldom got except for when he sold a slave. Still, Kia made her way to Zashi's private study, and after knocking, entered.
"Just as I was telling you. Lia here is beautiful. Look at those blue eyes, deep as the Western Sea. Her long brown hair, soft as silk. See those high cheekbones, that tan skin, those plump red lips. Thin as a stick, quite a bargain if you take my offer. Only 5,000 golden Rire coins." Zashi said, pulling Kia into the room, to be examined by a rather tall black man with hardness in his eyes. He looked pleased by her, as Kia was unhappy to find out.
"My name is Kia." She said, with as much bitterness as possible.
"Of course it is." The stranger said. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tyron. I am a slave trader from across the Western Sea, in Bordiean. I think we could get along wonderfully. Zashi says you are troublesome, but I think we can break you of it." He took a hand and rubbed it up and down her arm.
"Don't touch me." Kia hissed.
"Silence slave." Zashi said, and sent her away. However, not before she could here Tyron say, "I'll take her."
Tears welled up in Kia's eyes, and she rushed to her room. Packing the few provisions she had, she ran out of the room and ran into Risa.
"I've been sold. But I won't go." Kia said to her questioning face. "Don't tell, please!" Kia ran off.
"How I loved that child." Risa said to herself. "I will miss her."
Kia made it to the alleyway where she waited for Tom to come back from his day's scavenging. She always worried about him, but today she worried more than ever. He had been orphaned at the age of six, and had been roaming the streets when Kia had found him, this cute little red head boy wandering the streets. She had taken him in and hidden him in her room, but he had been discovered and thrown-out a year later. She thought how unfair it was that he had to scavenger for a living at the age of seven. Kia snapped back from her thoughts when she saw Tom running to her happily. She wiped away the tears and hugged him tight.
"Are we leaving today?" Tom asked. He had long known about Kia and his plans to go to Tyradin. The fact was, the land they lived in, Yeshia, was a poor country except for a few rich ones. The king and queen were seldom heard from, and had no heirs as of date. The country was falling apart. Kia had thought it best to make it through the Anarckin Mountains to Tyradin, which was rumored to be a rich land of wealth and happiness. When she had met Tom, she had decided to take him with her.
"Yes." Kia said and laughed for joy. "Finally!"
"Yeah." Tom exclaimed. "Let's go."
"First we must wait for dark." Kia told him.
"Can we play Rice ball?" Tom asked.
"Sure." Kia said. The way they played was they had three old stone cups that had been discarded due to chips and cracks and a round stone called the rice ball. Kia would place the rice ball under the center cup and mix them up. Then Tom would try to guess which one had the rice ball.
Together they played until it was dark. Then they went out into the now deserted streets and crept to the city limits. Kia had no problem stealing some fruit and other foods to put in her pack. She also swiped two blankets to keep Tom and herself warm. After doing this, they left the city and headed towards the small hills that blocked them from reaching the mountains.
The next day, they fell asleep in a field full of sickly corn. At night, they proceeded to make their way to the mountains. Tom walked most of the way, but when he got tired, Kia would carry him on her back until she was too exhausted to continue and then they would stop and sleep the day away.
After three days of this, they made it to the foot of the mountains. Kia and Tom couldn't spot the tops of the mountains. Kia explained to Tom that it was so hard to walk through, that they would have to walk along the edge of the mountains until they reached the Griolm Pass that they would use to get into Tyradin.
Another two days later, they came to the entrance of the pass. Tom gasped in awe, and Kia was close to doing the same. It barely looked different from the rest of the mountains, except a worn path and a sign that labeled the place Griolm Pass.
"And now," Kia said partially for Tom and partially for herself, "We start our journey."
Together, they walked into the entrance of the Griolm Pass and started the journey that would change their lives.
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Please tell me if you would rather I continued this story, or my other one, Whispers. I only want to do one story at a time, so I need to know who you guys prefer. |
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