A girl, almost a woman, with long, wavy red hair flowing down her back stood next to the stage in loose brown pants and shirt. A long sword hung sheathed at her hip and a bow strung across her back. The brown eyes she used to calculate the crowd were empty yet contemplative with thin arched eyebrows framing them. The girl’s face was sharp and, when the wind blew her hair back, you could see her slightly pointed ears. Beautiful was the only word to describe her.
Behind the almost woman, stood a row of elves, both male and female, with their hands tied together with thick rope. On the stage was another elf, female with white hair and gold eyes, her hands were tied as well and she stood next to a human. They were selling her into slavery.
“She’s a beauty.” One man said.
“But she has no magic abilities.” Answered another.
“That’s fine.” Said the first and raised his hand. “ Twenty silver.”
“Twenty-five.” Called a woman.
“Two gold.” He fought and everyone froze.
“Do I hear two gold and one silver?” The Man on the stage called but nobody spoke.
“Sold to Earl Crell.”
The elf huntress scowled in displeasure as the elf was led off the stage and another of hers was dragged up. The auction continued this way with Crell winning most of the elves and someone else beating him occasionally. Only when the auction was done and the woman was paid did I walk up to her.
“Zebina Meshle?” I enquired.
The woman looked at me slowly and stopped at the mark over my heart. The mark of my master.
“That’s me.’ She replied and crossed her arms. “What does your master want?”
”King Adrian wants to offer you a job.” I told her. “It offers you payment, a home at the palace for both you and your family as well,” I gulped. “As well as slaves of your own.”
Zebina looked closer at me. “What does he want me to do?”
“He wants you to help him beat the Hizoku.”