Whisper of the stone heart

ey were drinking and laughing as if slaves were the most normal thing in the world. Furthermore, I was horrible. I was like a lamp of burnt meat. My sister Dina used to tell me about the atroc

d. From all the men sitting here, he was the only one with a pipe and slightly noble demeanour; he pulled slaves from another group and put them around him. He refilled his pipe with his special strawberry tobacco mix and gazed at t

t the girls from my group; they were sleeping soundly like used to this situation. I picked my way amongst the sleeping drudges, huddled together for warmth, and glided to the empty corner. No one would want a Lingering on their side, a Lingering no one saw. I curled hugging my knees. I couldn't think of any way to escape. Furthermore

ad small satchels containing big objects; it had to be magic. I checked my sandals and shivered as the predawn air penetrated

red star; it was the dragon I saw before. Was it still fighting that lightning jerk that ruined my appearance?

ly reverberated with the prescience of danger. I stretched inhaling the sweet untainted wind of the mo

that man was equivalent to a death sentence. His cruel fame has reached all Dotoria," he continued, his eyes darting from our group to another. "Nobles sur

intently then spat next

can understand u

r language. I bet she ended like that by pure mal fortune. Even if she is ugly, if she

ncess is missing. They say she is such a

snatched her right under her brother's nose," he

d a huge searching party, no m

an aggressive

rent and it was the weirdest thing ever happening to me. Yet, I acted the opposite, like I didn't understand them at all. I turned my eyes to the red-eyed dragon; he was near us now. His eyes looked upon us shortly then turned his heels higher. They were battli

I fell into slumber shortly. I noticed how everything was rearranged into boxes and put

us were ready to leave. I peeked at a guard who smiled at me. "T

g a wave of pain through my body. He grabbed my neck and I noticed ho

eyes at me? Wench?

nd of a peer. Even if they forced me to do painful things, they didn't do it this way. It was wrong, his actions were wrong. I couldn't accept it. Coming from a stranger was intolerable. I glared at him, defying his

ash about," the slave dealer said in a tight, hard

eeing me with pity. I hated those eyes, look

You might need this for later. What awaits you all migh

and fried potatoes. I caught my breath and started eating slowly, remembering I was a slave I dug into it like a starved cat. The first g

uched, therefore, he changed the position of one girl putting her with the beauties, and letting me in her stead. I needed to stay ca

to realize I wasn't in this alone. For the first time, I noticed the other girls shivering, nodding at each other gossiping. I leaned closer to listen to their co

zenth than the madman; w