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Evie Johnson

"I have to do what?"
Evie stared at the slave like she was speaking in some foriegn language. "They wanted me to tell you that your job is to cook tonights meal." They knew she couldn't cook! Then again, she couldn't do much. She was the opposite of what a slave should be really. But at least she could hide the dust when cleaning, but it's hard to hide a charred chicken or a raw egg. "There has to be some other job for me. You don't understand if I-" But she didn't have time to finish. The slave in front of her handed her a small slip of paper and ran off, not even giving her time to finish what she was saying.

Sighing, Evie pushed her bangs out of her eyes, only to have a few remaining pale yellow wisps fall right back in front of her face. They were unconviniently long, and it became quite a burden to cut them by herself. She had no experience and nothing to even cut them with. Although they just barely covered her eyes it annoyed her more than one would imagine.

She looked at the paper that was handed to her and saw a few random things scrawled onto it. She read them at least three times before understanding that they were ingredients. "I don't even know what most of these are!" She looked around, desperate for some other person to look her way and help her. All she recieved though were quick glances and people looking away. It was what became of the slaves that were part of this household long enough. Most of the people that were here longer than five years became like shadows. They moved silently, and people acted as if they didn't exist. They were broken, and it scared Evie to think that she could become like that someday.

Realizing that nobody was going to even look at her anytime soon, she gave up searching for help and started to walk to the main marketplace. The farther she got, the more stares that were directed her way. It was like they had never seen a slave running an errand before! Soon she found that even she was looking at herself, making sure she hadn't been stabbed or something when she wasn't looking. Looking at her clothes she saw that they were matted with dirt and in a few places were torn. She wasn't sure when that happened but she kept looking. Her feet were slightly blistered and becoming a bit raw, but that was normal when you had to run around alot. This was her first job in a while that she would eventually get to stand still. Her hair was greasy but other than that she was fine. No blood, no disease. They had no right to stare.

Trying to ignore the increasingly noticeable looks she somehow managed to make it to the marketplace without snapping at somebody. Looking at the list again she was completely lost. How was she supposed to find this stuff? She looked around, desperate to find somebody to help. But all the people around her radiated snob and she doubted that any would assist her, or even do anything other than scoff in her direction. Somebody bumped into her causing her to almost fall and she turned around to face whoever it was, but didn't see them.

Off in the distance though she spotted something that brought dread into her heart. The east gate. Soon the Blood Oath ceremony would begin, and a few unlucky slaves would be sent out to their deaths. She had joined Angela's crew shortly after the last one, but now that it had come around she feared that it would be coming for her. She couldn't do much, at least she tried though! She knew that effort didn't matter though, and her product wasn't nearly as good as most. That was why this day was so stressful, it was too close to the picking day to make any mistakes, yet Evie was given the one job that she was completely incappable of doing.