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- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- An Alternate Universe
"SOLD!" the auctioneer called as he pointed to the winner of the prize on the block. "Come! Collect your prize!"
The crowd all laughed heartily as the big, bulky solider made a big show out of collecting the crying woman he had just spent 20 pieces of gold to make into his new slave. She was not the only item for sale this day.
The band of warriors were on enemy ground, war waged all around. The town they gathered in the middle of was evidence enough. It was half burnt to the ground. Some sections were still a blaze. Any men that had survived the first attacks were now dead. The children had been sent away, back home were they would grow to become future solders for their armies one day. The only ones left were the women, who were being auctioned off one at a time for whatever needs the men wanted.
They ranged from widows to teens. Women who were once rich all the way down to the poorest of the poor. Which would be the next to face the bidding.
A young woman with fiery red hair was pushed up onto the makeshift stage they had built. One of the more beautiful, if not THE most beautiful, of all the prizes that had been placed up for auction yet. The men all cheered and whistled as she with her bound hands was forced to stand and take it.
"For our next.... item, we have a pretty little thing. Captured at the village temple, while she has refused to speak, it can be determined that she is one of their priestesses." He reached out and ripped at the neckline of her white, tattered dress, attempting to expose her breast, but she spit at him and pulled away, only to be pushed to her knees by her keeper. The men all laughed, "She is a feisty one, but one can assume that she's just as pure at the white he is wearing from her position in the temple. What shall the starting bid be lads?"
The crowd all laughed heartily as the big, bulky solider made a big show out of collecting the crying woman he had just spent 20 pieces of gold to make into his new slave. She was not the only item for sale this day.
The band of warriors were on enemy ground, war waged all around. The town they gathered in the middle of was evidence enough. It was half burnt to the ground. Some sections were still a blaze. Any men that had survived the first attacks were now dead. The children had been sent away, back home were they would grow to become future solders for their armies one day. The only ones left were the women, who were being auctioned off one at a time for whatever needs the men wanted.
They ranged from widows to teens. Women who were once rich all the way down to the poorest of the poor. Which would be the next to face the bidding.
A young woman with fiery red hair was pushed up onto the makeshift stage they had built. One of the more beautiful, if not THE most beautiful, of all the prizes that had been placed up for auction yet. The men all cheered and whistled as she with her bound hands was forced to stand and take it.
"For our next.... item, we have a pretty little thing. Captured at the village temple, while she has refused to speak, it can be determined that she is one of their priestesses." He reached out and ripped at the neckline of her white, tattered dress, attempting to expose her breast, but she spit at him and pulled away, only to be pushed to her knees by her keeper. The men all laughed, "She is a feisty one, but one can assume that she's just as pure at the white he is wearing from her position in the temple. What shall the starting bid be lads?"
