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by LordSaladin on Mon Mar 12, 2007 6:47 am
Arania walked into the dormitories set aside for the girls at the academy. They were considerably smaller than that set aside for the boys, and the beds, according to some of the other students, were a little hard. But to Arania, she was living like a queen. She had a choice of beds, but always slept in the same one, the bed furthest away from the dormitory door, and set in a corner, so that her head and one side of her were against a wall. As she walked to her bed, she pulled off the hood she always wore, the black cloak kept her warm, that was what she told anyone who asked.
However, she knew the real reason she wore it was to ensure no one could see her face and her body. The many years spent on the streets made her weary of strangers, and as she had no friends, everyone was a stranger. She enjoyed it here, knowing that she was relatively safe. "At least no one has tried to pleasure themselves with me whilst I have been here, that has to be something," she thought to herself. As she sat down on the bed, the light of the full moon rested on her face, her smooth, small features seeming to glow in the pale moonlight. Her dark hair, brown, and yet appearing nearly black, looked decidedly jet in this light, her brown eyes seemed to shine also. she took off her cloak and revealed a long, cotton dress, black in colour and worn with the hem sewed up to under her chin, and the flowing dress falling to her ankles. Although plain, it suited her very well, and although designed to conceal her body, it did hug very tight to her slim, young form.
"Well, I'm allowed to look nice, after so long in rags," she thought to herself, as she took the dress off and placed on her night clothes, a loose fitting shirt and trousers. Searching through her dress, she took out the small, ivory hilted dagger she had pilfered from one merchant who thought she was easy meat. For many years, that dagger had served her well, acting as her second line of defense against the many thieves, murderers and undesirables she had to deal with. "I would get into sooo much trouble if they found out I still had this" she said to herself out loud, her voice almost musical, except for the distinctive emptiness there, and the sadness that seared her voice was enough to send any man into a state of sobbing.
As she sat there, on the bed, she thought to herself out loud, "I'm happy here, it's a good place. I'm learning and I'm warm every night, have food to eat three times a day, and I'm not being attacked two or three times a night either. I know you would be proud of me mummy, and you too daddy. I don't know where you are, but I have a feeling you can see me. If you can, just come and say hello once, I want to show you how much I'm learning". Tears started to fall down her cheeks, splashing onto the tiled floor of the dormitory. As she lay down on the bed, she placed the dagger under the thin pillow she rested her head upon whilst asleep. Taking the other pillow, she wrapped her slim, pale arms around it, curling into a ball, she faced the wall, her back to the door that would give either entry or exit to her dormitory.
As she laid on the bed, the thick blanket on top of her and the pillow wrapped in her arms, she tried her best to see again the faces of her parents, just to remember their faces for even an instant. Her body began to shake as the violence of her sobbing reverberated through her entire body, and the sound echoed throughout the empty dormitory, the sad, heartbreaking sound, no longer a stranger for walls of this room, for they had heard the same sound every night for the almost year Arania had been at the academy. Slowly, Arania began to fall into a deep sleep, however, as she entered that stage of sleep where you are still aware whilst sleeping, the images reappeared in her mind, as they had done every night for longer than the child could remember, of the man who first promised he would take care of her. And as she slept, the experiences of that time were played over to her again and again, as though she was once again there, in that house, with that man, once feeling the pain deep inside her as he, not content in taking away her innocence, ripped it from her in the cruelest manner. And so her sleep was restless, and the walls were kept company with Arania's sleeping cries and screams of fear and pain.
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LordSaladin on Mon Apr 07, 2008 11:46 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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