Bound by Chris Michaels & Reema Farra

Author:Chris Michaels & Reema Farra [Chris Michaels & Reema Farra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00AH0FI96
Publisher: Darke Media Group
Published: 2012-11-30T13:00:00+00:00

There goes a story from times old and old

Of a Silver Girl and her travels many

A girl of fifteen

A girl misplaced in time

A girl without a memory in her mind

– Chronicle of the Silver Girl

Prelude: Wondering Child

Silver

CHAPTER SEVEN

Dirty, freezing saltwater sprayed Hannah’s face pasting her tangled, matted hair to her forehead. She couldn’t believe she was on a slave barge.

When she was eight, her masters at Camp Thane granted the slaves a three day holiday. She had been so excited to have free time she immediately set out to explore. Hannah wandered into Melor Castle and discovered the Hall of Kings, a quiet spot that become her refuge. It wasn’t until she crept back to the slaves’ quarters after the first day that she learned soldiers had spotted her. The commandant was so furious, he put her in solitary for a month. Worse than that, the holiday was canceled for everyone and her mother’s workload doubled.

Hannah had a knack for turning good things into terrible things.

Just like now.

The barge rocked in the canal, tossing her breakfast in her stomach. She doubled over the side. Stomach lurched. Throat burning. Her last meal churned in the canal.

“Disgusting,” said a woman beside her.

“Awesome!” whispered a boy.

“Give the wench some room,” boomed a sentry, “and keep quiet.”

Hannah stilled herself, head over the ledge in case she wasn’t done being sick. The voices died at the man’s insistence. Another moment passed as she stared into the muddy water, then Hannah raised her head and turned toward the others.

Slaves. She was angry with Broken Nose. Angry with herself. I’m a slave again.

Hatred wasn’t all she felt. She felt foreign emotions. She’d always been able to sense what others were feeling – had the ability to read past words and masks. She’d even caught snatches of Jason’s emotion, though he’d always kept his feelings in check. But something had changed when Travis made her use majick in the labyrinth. “Sense” was no longer the right word. Now Hannah lived the emotions of those around her.

These people were full of battling emotions. Anxiety, depression and hopelessness riddled the half-dozen slaves. All their passions and fears jumbled together and stabbed Hannah’s raw mind, threatening to tear it apart. As the sun set, desperation darkened her heart.

Then, one emotion rose above the rest.

Mischief.

A girl in her early teens sat near Hannah’s feet. Her hip-length hair, the color of frost, had a metallic streak running through it. Her brown eyes burned intensely, focused on a pendant in her palm.

The barge knocked against the dock and a sentry descended the gangplank onto the pier. The second sentry remained on the barge and ordered slaves to their feet. Hannah watched in silence as the “merchandise” was forced single file onto the dock. She knew what came next. Slave Market.

All because she trusted Travis.

The girl with hair like ice descended on to land, eying the first sentry like a cat eyes a fat mouse.

The instant the girl stepped onto the pier, she spun toward the sentry and shoved him, unleashing more fury than an enraged Grey Wolf.

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