The Crown's Mundane

"Don't touch her, you never know....," the boss spoke.

"She probably comes from the blacksmith's village, they've got pretty girls there".

"Let's keep moving, I don't know how many days we get to spend here".

They travelled for hours. Her legs were sore. She would sometimes crash to the ground.

As if they would help her to get you, but let her fall.

They travelled for 4 days, because sometimes they would loose track and go the wrong way.

On the last day, they decided to feed her.

They were surprised that she lasted days without eating.

"Let's find some place to rest"...just immediately after this statement, they all fell down to rest.....

"Here eat".

The boss gave her some food.

"No thank you"...

"I'm not doing it out of pity, I'm doing it for myself.

Look, there is a possibility they would let you live, but if they see i treated you badly, I'll be in trouble".

Have something, he offered he again. She ate slowly, still looking around, devising.

"Let's go....," the boss shouted.

"What?...."she stood up quickly. They all looked at her.

"Don't even think about it".... the second man said to her. She was hit in the head again.

Zillah woke up hearing loud voices and female screams.

She was dragged with chains on her hand and neck, her face was covered with a black mask.

She was choking and was in pain. She was thrown to the ground.

Everywhere was dark, but there were loud noises.

Suddenly, an intense light flashed before her eyes, consecutively, through the mask.

Is this the trade, she thought. She stood up from where she was, only for a rod to be smacked on her back.

She fell back down, groaning in pain.

"They are here"..., "ahhh".

Loud screams and cheers.

"They are not usually present, this losers are quite lucky...."

someone from the audience said.

"Ahhh...," the person beside her screamed, she looked in that direction.

"Silence....," a voice spoke.

The whole arena went silent. His voice was so low, she wondered why the crowd suddenly went quite.

"Begin...." there was a loud cheer again.

"Oh my goodness, at least I still have my clothes on", she said looking down although she wasn't seeing anything.

"They were all found in the forest this week...." a man announced.

"How many of them...," the voice asked.

"Thirty two, thirty female and two male..." the announcer answered.

Why are the females mostly caught, she asked herself.

"Number 1, introduce yourself".

"My name is Kian...", the man spoke.

"And what were you doing in the forest...," the announcer asked.

"I am only a business man, I am actually headed to the poultry village".

"Take him away...," the voice said.

"Boo, boo..." the audience shouted.

"Number 2, my name is Peyton, he is my father".

"Go with him...." he ordered.

Peyton quickly ran out of the arena.

"Number 3..."

"I don't care about the name...." the voice said

"Why are you here...," the announcer asked.

"I...I..," she stammered.

The arena was silent.

"Did you come here only to...the announcer didn't complete his statement, because he knew the girl understood what he meant, which she did.

"I..."

"kill her....," the voice ordered.

The cheer was aggressive.

"Please don't kill me...."

She pleaded for her life.

"Please!..."

The voice spoke, there was instant silence. He was specific, "Her neck".

"Noo!..." she screamed loudly.

Her neck was cut off.

"Oooh....," the audience exclaimed.

"Next..."

About twenty were killed, the rest were granted freedom.

"Number 30...", her mask was removed.

"Please don't kill me, I only wanted to see your faces...please don't kill me"...

she was pleading aggressively.

"You just wanted to see their faces...," the announcer repeated, mocking her.

"She just wanted to see your faces..." he said this time referring to them.

They all laughed.

"Let me guess, you've heard of them from gossips"

"Kill her...." the voice said.

"Kill her!!!...." the audience screamed Sharply.

"This is a massacre....," Zillah said in a low tone.

"Is this really a dream, it's starting to feel real".

Her heart was in her throat

"Number 31...," her mask was removed. "Whoa...." the audience exclaimed.

The girl was quite young and scared. There was a short period of silence.

"What are here for...." she was asked.

"I came to meet my aunt..." she replied stammering.

She was asked..., "where is your Aunt",

"she stays in the water district".

"Go..." the voice said. She quickly stood up.

Zillah melted,

She said to herself, "why does it feel like I'm the only one chained, When they run I don't hear any shackles of chains".

"Number 32...," the cheer was even louder.

Zillah felt she should just die. She thought to pass out, but her body was quite active.

She didn't answer her name.

When the announcer looked In her direction, her hands were chained.

"Oh!, she's chained"

"Ooh..." the crowd exclaimed loudly.

Her heart could not stop throbbing.

Footsteps were heard, someone ran into the stage and whispered something to the announcer, giving him a paper.

Okay, the man nodded.

"Number 32, her name is Cristal, and she has quite an attitude..." he twisted his face.

"Oooh...," they exclaimed once again.

Why did those people have to put that in my detail.

I would die here, she concluded.

"Alvah...," she remembered,

she almost cried, just saying his name which made her purple eyes look crystal like.

Her mask was removed, the person left the stage.

"Whoa....," it was even louder. She couldn't look up.

Everywhere went quite, and it lasted for a long time. With the quietness, she still didn't raise up her head.

The announcer walked up to her and raised her jaw, her face was seen.

"Whoa...," they all gasped again. Suddenly, there was loud murmuring and chattering.

"It says, she is a traveler, probably from the blacksmith's village, not confirmed yet"... he read.

After the murmuring, there was another silence.

"Bring her...," she heard. There was a loud gasp.

"You...," they were all surprised.

"I'll take her...," the voice spoke again.

Zillah didn't hear clearly, why wasn't I asked what I was doing here. I would've just lied..., she thought.

Her chains were removed and she was taken. outside.

It was sunny, she covered her eyes to see clearly.

"Come with me...," a guard dragged her.

On her way out with the guard, she suddenly passed out.

"Wake up...," he said tapping her.

She didn't respond.

"Leave her...," a voice from behind the guard spoke.

"Sorry....," the guard apologized.

The person picked her up, looking at her. He then left with her.

They were at the Air District,

Zillah slept for days, when she finally woke up, she was sore all over.

She freshened up and came out the bathroom. She didn't know where she was so she didn't attempt to leave the room.

She sat peacefully on the bed for some minutes. The moment she laid down on her back, the door opened.

It was a young girl, younger than her, who said to her,

"Please come downstairs with me...,"

She waited till Zillah decided to get up.

Not knowing how the girl knew she would be awake but she followed.

She walked with the girl, down the stairs and through the halls. They arrived at a door, she knocked on the door.

"Go in..." she indicated for Zillah to enter the room.

Zillah walked into the large dining room.

She stopped at the door, when she heard a sound. The door was shut.

She walked in, she saw a guy, about alvah's age seated on one of the chair.

She walked to him, when he stood up, "sit down..." he said to her.

She was obedient because she might have died yesterday. She sat down.

"You've been asleep for days, you should have something to eat". She looked at him surprised.

"Yes, it's been days".

She looked down, "I'm sorry I'm not hungry".

And she really wasn't, how could she be, what she needed was a good rest.

"It's okay..." just eat something.

It was only the both of them, but the meal was massive.

His hair color was silverish white, has purple eyes. He packed his hair up and let the rest fall on his neck and his side. He sure is handsome.

She hates to have eye contact with him, so she picked up a grapefruit and began eating it.

"My name is Azai..."