89th of Fall, 513
Twelfth Bell
Twelfth Bell
After 90 days in Ravok and 13 slave auctions, Calla still found herself chained to a line of twenty other slaves along with the the slave master, who was inspecting the slaves.
This was probably why they hadn't been sold yet. Neither Calla nor Meli, her sister, were really that remarkable, and seemed somewhat human, except for the fact that Meli looked as if she would willingly bite off an appendage or two if you came near her.
Calla had tried that look once, it only made her look insane. Maybe she was insane.
Locked up for a season without sunlight or decent food, it did make you question reality a bit.
Shaking her head, Calla decided to look around, and realized that all of the slaves around her were the usual human, with the exception of Meli.
Thats because Humans and Kelvics are meant to be enslaved, they're weak, stupid creatures. The slave master's voice echoed in her head, filling her with a new sense of hatred. Calla subconsciously scratched at her thigh, the small metal object tied to it had begun to itch.
A sense of hope filled her. The Balisong she had hidden on her leg was the only piece of individuality she had left. It was pure luck the slave master hadn't found it yet.
Leaning forward and looking to the right, Calla tried to sneak a glance at her sister again, and was only rewarded with a swift kick to her side.
Gasping, Calla fell back.
"Stay back, animal!"
The slave master was standing above her, holding a satchel of parchments. Probably information on each piece of his 'Merchandise' Calla thought bitterly.
Rolling her shoulders and rubbing her now badly bruised side, Calla looked up as the slave master strode onto stage, introducing himself and signaling for the first group of slaves to come up onto stage.
The group consisted of about seven slaves, all human, from the looks of it. The first slave stepped up onto a podium, and immediately prices were shot out. The slave was a healthy, mid-aged man, so Calla wasn't surprised that he was so popular.
This went on for a while, slave after slave, and six out of seven of the first group sold for at least 50 Mizas. A young girl, though, stayed un-bidded on.
As the second group was called up, Calla realized she was first in line to be auctioned.
Here we go again, I'll stand up on that stupid podium, and there will be silence in the house. No one wanted a meek, stupid Kelvic girl with no special talents whatsoever. Then I'll wait another season, and it'll start all over again.
Sighing, she walked up to the podium and took her place as the slave master introduced her.
"Strong, young adult Kelvic girl." Calla sighed again, and the slave master pulled on the chain linked to her collar, forcing her head up.
"She could scout on your hunting trips, and easily escape predators. Starting bid at fifty Mizas!"
The slaver let her head drop, and Calla stood emotionless, staring out into the crowd. So you're all heartless people who like pushing around people below you, even of your same race. Calla scowled at the group of people, silently watching her. Eyes boring into her skull.
This is going to end up like all other auctions, all other days, even. I'm going back in that dusty cell thats never been cleaned, and Meli's going to come with me.
She sighed.
This is not how I want my life to be.

