Cancia rubbed her eyes, the sun was bright, kind of blinding. The guards had gone, she felt her hands being untied. What happened, had she really gotten out of this?

"I'm sorry for this but to protect you I must mark you as my slave"

It was the man, he had talked to her through her thoughts before. He had bought her? Why, why would he by a girl who had murdered? What did he want with her? This was better though right? She was still a slave, but no one was shipping her across the ocean to be tortured. This man looked strange, blue, he talked to her through her thoughts. He seemed nice enough, but she was afraid. Strange man, what did he want with her? She was scared, afraid, so far, anything that someone wanted with her in this world was never good. She should never have left her island...

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