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The young girl shifted slightly, the clinking of chains the only sound in the dark, dungeon like room. There were no windows, stone walls and stone floors. Her wrists and ankles were chained to the wall, as was an iron collar; the restraints serving a main purpose of having a way of keeping her immobile when one of the assassins would come in to collect venom from the girl. It was so exhausting. 

With every rub of the iron against the raw skin underneath sparks of pain shot up her limbs.. The chains were long enough so she could lay down comfortably, well as comfortably as was possible while trying to avoid moving.. She had practically screamed herself hoarse, yelling to go home and to be let go; but all it got her was beatings and a lost voice so she gave up for the time being while she healed. 

Why the hell did people live like this..? Or maybe how would be a better question. She kind of wished these people, whoever they were, would just let her die. She hated them so much, if she could bite the person causing her this pain she would. Bitter thoughts filled her mind before she rubbed her face, too tired to continue thinking about the situation. 

Laying with her back to the heavy, metal door when she heard footsteps; though she ignored them. Assuming whoever was there was just going to look through the slot in the door to look that she was still alive.... then walk away. At least she hoped they would if all they were going to do was push her around again.

“Let me go!! I want my mommy and my daddy! I wanna go home!” She yelled in Torran, and of course the other children couldnt understand her. When they didn’t release their hold on the chains but instead tried to pin her down she kicked one of them in the face, giving him a bloody nose. By now the little girl had gotten past the point of terror and gone to aggression. 

Three of the slave boys that had tried to restrain her were bleeding; two from scratches on their faces and arms while the third she had just given a bloody nose. Another, older, slave managed to pin her to the floor where she couldnt fight anymore despite how hard she was trying. She was just too weak to put up as hard of a fight once she was on the ground. The boys she had scratched had gone to get Maader, knowing they needed help despite the new slave’s young age. “Mother! The new girl wont stop fighting and hurting us!” They cried to Maader, nursing their injuries as they spoke.

The young girl looked around in awe at the extravagant palace as she trailed close behind her mistress. Holding onto the noble woman’s skirt with one small hand. If it weren't for the iron collar around the child’s neck and the shackles on her ankles anyone looking at them would think they were a mother and daughter. But Aya didn't seem unhappy in the slightest, looking from the palace to the woman and chattering happily to her in Torran in excitement. Her mistress chuckled at the child's excitement and pet her head tenderly.

The elderly Reim noblewoman,Cecilia, had an important trip to take and she couldn't take the child with her. So she had asked Reim’s magi, Scheherazade, who she had built a decent relationship with to let the little girl stay there with her until she returned. Once she lead the child into the palace she stooped down and took the shackles off of her ankles though left the collar in place. “There you are sweetheart. You be good for miss Scheherazade and everyone here wont you?”

“Mmhm! Course Am’ma.” Addressing the woman as ‘mother’ since they weren’t in a general public area. She was dressed in a cute knee-length plum dress, matching color ribbons in her hair tying her multicolored locks into little pigtails and she was also clean. If she didn't have the scars from her slave restraints and hadn't been wearing her collar it would have impossible to tell she was technically a slave.

Cecelia smiled and straightened up, petting Ayana’s head again. “Good girl! Im going to talk to miss Scheherazade, why don’t you find someone to play with? Just make sure not to leave the palace on your own ok? I’ll see you when I’m back from my trip.” Kissing her head with a smile. She didnt treat Aya as if she was anything but a daughter, especially when not out in public.

The 12 year old girl yet again nodded eagerly, simply wanting to please the woman. “Okay! I’ll miss you am’ma.” Welcoming the affection before saying her goodbyes as her mistress went to see the Magi. She was left on her own to explore, finding her way out of the main building out to a back courtyard like area. Peeking out from behind a pillar curiously, seeing an older red-haired person out in the courtyard. Suddenly feeling quite shy, too much so to go up to the stranger.