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No Longer Chained

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a part of No Longer Chained, by XxSkyheartxX.

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XxSkyheartxX holds sovereignty over Myru, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Marcus Smithson [13] ~WIP~
Valera Falen [12] "Perhaps there are things best left forgotten, but I don't think so."
Korbyn Macintosh [9] A slave that would do anything to please a woman and get on her goodside.
Maya Dürthven [8] "Men? What of them? They aren't special.."
Jean Odyssey [7] "I think of rules as more of suggestions."
Nathan Atery [5] "One day I will change the world, until then I'll do anything necessary."
Lumina Noxford [5] Twin sister to Umber, daughter to a Warrior. Brave soldier in training, trying to live up to her mother's name.
Umber Noxford [5] Twin brother to Lumina, son of a Warrior. Secretly hopes for revolution.
Gwendolyn Maison [5] "People are people, and being human is what gives you a future."
Acele Simmons [4] I hunt to kill.

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"I apologize for my mistress's behavior, ma'am. If you could give me the name of your store I will tell my mistress for you that she forgot the second half of the bill," the slave says while backing out of the store.

"Oh, no, it's quite alright," Gwendolyn hastily states before the slave could get too far. "The latter half of the payment is optional for those who enjoyed their reading. And obviously, it seems that your mistress didn't enjoy hers very much."

Though she was too focused on her client to notice before, Gwendolyn quickly realizes that this slave wasn't just any slave; he seems to be some sort of pet to his mistress, yet the lean muscle on his arms says otherwise. He continues bowing and backing away, frantically apologizing. The chimes hanging above the entrance clang wildly, having two people run out within seconds of each other.

"Well, have a nice day?" Gwendolyn says to the closing door. She sighs and walks over the the couch near the entrance to sit down, feeling herself sinking into the plush, soft velvet cushions.

What a day, she thought, while withdrawing a pack of cards she always kept on herself. She shuffles the deck like she normally does, not letting a single card loose. But as her thoughts strayed deeper into the recent predictions she made - most of which included betrayal and money problems - a card fluttered out of her hands and drifted to the ground. She quickly leans over to pick it up, sincerely praying that no customer would walk in and see how unprofessional she was. Honestly, how can such a skilled fortune teller drop the tool of her trade?

As she flips the card upright again, she gasps, seeing the ominous card and deciphering the meaning behind it.

The Ten of Swords.
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Disaster. Sudden, unavoidable disaster.

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Umber and Lumina quickly guided Jean the healer back to their house, wading through the crowd and taking shortcuts through alleyways. They wouldn't be in such a hurry except it was Aunt Vivian. More than anything she hated to be kept waiting, both siblings knew this. "Please excuse the inconvenience Mistress Jean..." Umber spoke, his tone genial as ever. "I do not like to incur my Mistress Vivian's wrath...well. Anymore so than usual."

Lumina soon opened the door, Vivian turning her head as she was still on the stool. In the time they had gone, her knee had already begun to swell and was very bruised. "What in the GODDESS' name took you so long?!" Vivian screamed, her arms hugging her knee, barely keeping balance on the stool. "I feel as if I may die here in my own home!"

Melodramatic windbag... Umber sighed as he showed Jean to her aunt and pulled a separate stool for her to sit on, next to his crippled mistress. "I shall be available when you need me." He bowed and tended to the chores through the house. Vivian but scoffed and shooed him away.

Lumina however was a bit in a rush. "I'm sorry, but I really must be going. I shall see you later Aunt Vivian, Umber." And with that Lumina grabbed her sheath and shield as she made her way through the crowd once more, rushing to the training grounds where she was most definitely tardy. Again.

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Marcus found himself nodding as his new mistress told him about finding new clothes. He sighed. No doubt that was a debt that he would have to pay off later. That meant long hours and hard work. It wasn't that he was lazy, not at all, but he just didn't enjoy the feeling of exhaustion that came from standing in a field all day long. He thought about what the payment would be as he followed her demurely to the tailors shop, where he stood awkwardly.

"I do not know your name, mine is Valera. You may call me whatever title you have given to your previous mistresses." Marcus wondered if she was asking his name, or simply stating the fact she was ignorant to that knowledge. And, he could think of many titles he had awarded previous mistresses that would get him send straight back to that thrice damned pole and the lash. He smirked nevertheless and decided he would reply to the statement. "My name is Marcus, my lady"

He had always hated calling women 'my lady', and he spoke the words with an attempt to hide the disdain behind them. He hated that he must assume each female he came across was nobility, or held some title. "Once you have something to wear that isn't completely ruined we will head home. There is something I need to deal with." Marcus saw her gesture to the tailor, who he had approached wearily before allowing himself to be measured. He remembered being a tailors assistant once. It had been his sole pleasure 'accidentally' poking customers with sewing needles when they weren't looking.

"Yes, my lady"

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'Marcus....yes the name suits him.' While the man- Marcus stood for his measurements Valera let her mind wander to the matters with her slaves. They had been restless lately. A murmur here, a hidden glance there, a quiet that spread through the room once she entered. Sure, they had always showed her respect. She clothed them, fed them, made sure they didn't get sick and if they did she sent for a doctor. Her mother had always told her not to waste her time in such ways, if a slave dies a slave dies. But Valera hated 'shopping' for new workers and if hers were content and healthy then what was the problem? She began nibbling on her thumb while she stared out the window in thought.

She had to figure out what was going on before the empress caught word that she could control her estate. Several of the older women already thought that her being in charge of so much was a ridiculous notion and if she were to lose it all over some silly rebellion then how would she be able to regain her memories with no money, no resources and no power?

"Miss?"

Stupid people. Sure the world was always bound to change in one way or another and they should be capable of adapting with little bloodshed. But couldn't it wait until she at least remembered what was so damn threatening to her mothers position??

"...Miss Valera?"

She was shocked out of her thoughts and bit down, drawing blood on her thumb.

"Miss!" The tailor gasped but Valera just gazed at the drops of blood running down her thumb. She sighed and closed her eyes, the headache already forming.

"Yes?"

"...I've finished measuring him, I just need to get his clothes from the back. Is there anything else?"

How much time had she been drifting away? She pulled out her coin purse and set a few coins down on the counter for the purchase. "No. Marcus once you are dressed, meet me outside." The room was starting to cave in on her. Perhaps some fresh air would help to chase this headache away.

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Marcus stood, demurely allowing the tailor to do his tailoring thing. He payed the measurements no attention, and stood, and moved as directed. On some subconscious level, he smiled to himself, quietly proud of the muscle that the tape measure revealed with its numbers. He gazed around the room, growing bored quickly. Bolts of cloth in every color imaginable lined the walls, and tables were set at regular intervals, each with its own sewing station. Marcus rose a brow and let his gaze fall upon his new mistress.

She appeared deep in thought, and her brow was furrowed very slightly as though she had been presented with some sort of puzzle to figure out, and she didn't notice his observances. A sharp poke of the needle made him scowl and jerk away with surprise, and he sighed gratefully as the tailor stepped away to address Valera. It took a few moments, and her absorption in her own thoughts made him smirk.

He nodded obediently as he was spoken to directly. "No. Marcus once you are dressed, meet me outside" He replied quietly, "Yes, ma'am" and scuffed his feet on the ground a little.

As the tailor scuttled away to fetch his clothes, Marcus stood awkwardly alone in the room.

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Pandora flashes a charming smile at the gathered crowd one last time before turning on her heels and walking through the heavy velvet curtains. Once she was concealed from the public eye, a small heavy sigh escapes her as she closes her eyes, rubbing her temples. "Each time... it gets more and more tiring to preach.." comes her small mutter, feeling the headache pursue. Without saying a word to the troubled servants who were flocking around her in concern, she brushes past them to head to the sunroom. Almost immediately upon entering the spacious oval room with bay windows and buttercream yellow wallpaper, she relaxes.

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Jean kneeled beside the old woman. She put her two fingers to the woman's wrinkly neck. Her heart was pounding and she was obviously exhausted from the fall. Jean tentatively wrapped her hands around the knee. That's when Lumina left, leaving her, Lumina's aunt, and her brother alone. Jean turned to the boy.

"Do you have any pain killer?" she asked him. "It's nothing major, just an out of place knee. I can easily pop it back in without any equipment. I don't even really need pain killer, but if you have any it might be better. She will feel some discomfort."
She turned back to the aunt who seemed to be giving the boy a "death stare". Jean tried not to roll her eyes. People were so sexist these days it wasn't even funny.

Feeling the knee, ignoring the yelps of pain from the woman, she found the spot where she needed to pop it back in. Just as she tried to brace the woman, she noticed rain clouds rolling in. I best hurry she thought.

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Maya listened quietly as Korbyn recalled the memories they both once shared. She felt the curves of her lips tilt slightly upwards in the beginning form of a smile but it quickly disappeared just as fast. Maya's smile was rare and even so she wouldn't smile at a slave even if it was her personal slave whom shared her childhood with her. "I do remember those moments...To think, It seemed so long ago.." she murmured calmly, trying to hide the humor in her voice. She looked down at Korbyn, slightly meeting his eyes even so the teasingness in her eyes seemed to vanish. In fact Maya recalled that day, she remember the dark boy as he came into her room as nurses fused over her injuries. The nurses wouldn't stop bickering which method was better. But Korbyn had stayed by her bed and watched her with cute dark eyes. Maya was pretty sure her injuries were from her instructor when she had been training to become one of the best warriors she could be. Speaking of Maya remember she needed to be practicing, Maya found herself standing and walking over to the small bowl of water, she gently took the cloth from Korbyn's dark palm and put it in the bowl. "Actually..I am in need of a training partner.." she murmured calmly, glancing over at Korbyn. She would simply have him deflect her strikes so it wouldn't be against the rules. Maya knew he didn't have much of a choice but she was in a pretty good mood today and so she waited for his reply.

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Korbyn's hopes soared as Maya suggested that she needed a sparring partner. Often women sparred with each other to keep in shape, always challenging themselves with new exercises and opponents. It was rare for them to ask a male to practice techniques, but Korbyn wasn't complaining.

"It would be an honor, mistress." His voice was sincere and he couldn't help how enthusiastic he sounded. "Though I have to admit its been awhile since I've done any sparring." Korbyn said with a smile, chuckling softly. Standing up he wiped his hands on his pants, still smiling his contrasting white smile. "What would your mother think of this?" He asked, a dark brow rising deviously.

Korbyn knew she would be in trouble if her mother knew they were sparring together. Though, Korbyn didn't learn much anyways, he was always busy blocking her blows, dodging and weaving. It was almost like a dance, a very deadly dance. Korbyn could move much faster and if he had wanted to, could actually defend himself. Instead, he took the blows, usually ending up with bruises and marks all over his body, leaving him sore for the days following.

None of that mattered to Korbyn, he enjoyed soending time with his ferocious mistress. It would be crazy to ask her if she would teach him, but Korbyn promised himself this time he would pay more attention to her movements and perhaps actually give her something to fight against...for practice of course Che would never dream of hurting Maya, nothing she could do or say would change that fact.

"Did you have a particular style in mind? I do enjoy watching you with a sword, even if it is wooden."

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The fresh air did help to wash her headache away; it took the edge off of that suffocating feeling in her chest as well. Valera sighed as she thought about what her mother would say. Taking on a slave that had been tied to a pole in the marketplace. Her mother would turn her nose up and say in a haughty voice "disgraceful." But her mother was dead. And Valera could do whatever she wished.

Once Marcus was dressed and they were ready to leave Valera headed in the direction of her home. It was a large estate but it wasn't too far away from the center of town; perfect walking distance. Which was great because the less time she could spending riding a damn horse the better. The walk was roughly about 15 minutes and the estate was mostly hidden from the frontal view by large hedges and a black iron gate. The man at the gate saw his mistress and quickly opened it, bowing lightly.

"Miss Valera, Shaun is dealing with the problem as you instructed." She nodded and continued to walk up the paved entrance to her home. There wasn't much space out front, a stable for some horses and a large garden, the majority of the property stretched out behind the manor. There was a servant waiting at the entrance to the house and he bowed before she waved a dismissive hand at him. Giving a small smile he straightened up and walked behind her to the dining room, speaking in a polite, though strained, tone of voice.

"We have him sitting by the door, I've made sure none of the furniture was damaged and there is no blood on the carpet."

Valera raised an eyebrow, having already relaxed a great deal since entering her own home. She made sure that Marcus was following. "Furniture can be replaced and blood can be cleaned. I do not however wish to be looking to find someone else to do his jobs while he recovers, so I trust that no one was overly rash in my absence?"

He twitched his lips at a small smirk before wiping it off his face and shaking his head. "No miss. He's been hit, but not injured."

"Good. When we are finished here see to it that our new addition receives some medical attention and a wash. His back is cut and covered in blood."

They entered the dining room and the boy from earlier, Shaun, bowed and smiled at seeing his mistress there to solve the problem. "He caught attempting to steal a bunch of food and weapons."

Valera nodded and walked forward to look at the man being held by two slaves. He had red hair, matching the blood on his face nearly, and his eyes were down on the floor. This man had only recently come into her service, maybe only a year ago. "Look at me." He obeyed hesitantly. "I give you food, clothes on your back, shelter and work. I tend to any wounds you have and I take care of each of you if you are sick. I remember all of your names and I would like to think that I give out fair punishments. So why, why would you try to steal from me?"

He bit his lip and looked away. She glared and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look in her eyes. "Why Ian?"

"...I have no reason, Mistress."

She hummed and released his chin, beginning to pace in front of him. "If I recall, I took you into my service after your previous owners caught you stealing. Now...I have seen slaves die from stealing a loaf of bread, and lets not get started on the punishments for stealing weapons. I don't wish to bring my headache back thank you. What to do with you." She paused, glancing briefly at Marcus before frowning and facing Ian again. He looked terrified and she smiled softly, she hadn't even done anything. "You will sleep in the cellar tonight, without dinner. Tomorrow we'll see. I'm too tired to deal with this anymore." The wait should be enough to scare him a bit more while she thought of a suitable punishment that didn't require her to find a new servant. "Shaun, see to it that he is put downstairs immediately. Also, I don't want anyone outside my estate knowing what he has done."

"Yes miss."

She walked out of the dining room, turning to Marcus on her way out, fighting not to appear tired. "You will have your wounds cleaned and dressed. Do not give anyone any trouble." She walked the rest of the way to her bedroom. Once behind the closed door she pulled out a book hidden in her bookshelf and began writing. She had discovered something extremely interesting today.

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Marcus obediently followed his new mistress from the tailor's shop. It felt good to be clothed again, and he carried a small package full of other spare items of clothes too. So. It seemed that this woman, Valera, was one of the kinder mistresses in the town. Marcus smirked as he dutifully walked three paces behind her, his eyes respectfully placed on the ground before him. He didn't talk, or speak, as was custom for slaves.

As they walked through the gates to her home, Marcus stole glances up and around at the buildings. A stables, and a garden. The stable peaked his interest. He had always enjoyed working with horses, and in particular he enjoyed working with those that would be put aside for being too willful, or too risky. He had always had a good hand with animals, finding the solace in them that he would rarely find in another person. Perhaps it was just because they didn't mind if he met their gaze. But no doubt he'd be put to work in a garden. He had worked well enough in gardens before, but had a tendency to pull up flowers, accidentally mistaking them for weeds. He smirked as he thought of it.

Marcus glanced up as his mistress was addressed by another slave.

"Miss Valera, Shaun is dealing with the problem as you instructed." The man said submissively. He instantly irritated Marcus. So demure, and so quiet. As though he had no personality of his own. Marcus' lips twitched as he followed, listening to the conversation. So a slave had rebelled? Stolen something? It all sounded very familiar. In his previous places of work, Marcus would have been promptly slapped by the mistress and sent straight out to that god damned pole in the center of town. The memory of it made him scowl.

Entering the room behind Valera, he saw the slave in question and bit his lip. His hair was red, the colour of the blood that stained his skin. He had known a mistress once who had been so adverse to red heads that if she deigned to have one work for her, he would be shaved first - from head to foot - regularly. The memory of one of her bald and hairless was incredibly amusing for him. And he coughed quietly to push away the laughter that would probably get him beaten.

This slave, Ian, seemed to be frozen with terror looking at his mistress. To Marcus, his mistress didn't look at all threatening as she regarded the rebel before her. In fact, she looked almost distant from him, until she snapped at him and grabbed his chin. The sight was almost comic as the slave recoiled. The abrupt change in stance from the woman herself though was what interested him. Either she was a very cold and calculating person, which he very much doubted, or she knew that fear was often the best tool for making a slave obedient. Either way, she was good.

Marcus quickly wiped the thoughtfully amused smile from his face as his mistress glanced at him.

"You will sleep in the cellar tonight, without dinner. Tomorrow we'll see. I'm too tired to deal with this anymore. Shaun, see to it that he is put downstairs immediately. Also, I don't want anyone outside my estate knowing what he has done." The mistress spoke, and she looked tired. Marcus observed this silently, his gaze fixed downwards. As she passed him and told him that he would be fed and looked after, he muttered a soft "Yes, my Lady. Thank you, ma'am"

As soon as she had left the room, Marcus looked up and stretched, and winked at the red head in front of him before following one of Valera's older slaves to his quarters, and allowed his back to be cleaned and seen to by another slave. He then enjoyed a hearty meal to fill his belly. Maybe his new mistress wasn't so bad after all.