15th Day Spring 508AV Shiress sat in a small patch of a vegetable garden. The screeching and moaning sounds of a wagon along with the sound of the clopping footsteps of it's bearer had gained her attention as it approached the small white house. The house itself was completely surrounded by a wooden fence except for a small entrance that gave way to a path of flat bricks that led to a small front porch where a door stood between two large windows with wooden shutters. A short and very round man stood where the bricks and steps to the porch met. He glared toward a small drive cut through a long line of tree's that ended on a road, that led off west to Syliras, to the left of the house as the sound of screeching and clopping moved closer. Built in The Western Hills, the land around the little house was nothing but trees borrowing a small area carved out for a vegetable garden to the right of the house just outside the wooden fence and a large stone fire pit surrounded by heating and cooking wood to the left. Behind the house was a path leading to a small stream where water was carried back to the house and fire pit for various chores. Shiress stood slowly wiping the dirt from her tattered dress. Her face, covered in dirt, was stretching and twisting as she tried to see the approaching visitors. She pushed back a stray piece of hair and stepped forward to get a better look. A quick glance in her direction from the man waiting near the front porch made Shiress stoop quickly, giving the false impression she was still busy at work. This man was Elijah Jordan, A round as he is short, bald man who had purchased a 14 year old Shiress 16 seasons earlier. He was a ruthless man. Master Jordan hated women and thus being the reason why the vast majority of his slaves were, in fact, women. He owned a hand full of slaves, but chose Shiress as his house slave after he purchased the small patch of land and built the small white house in early Winter of the same year. It had only been Shiress and her master who occupied the house except an occasional party guest that Master Jordan decided to entertain for a night or three. Shiress glanced up as the carriage came into view. Her heart sank as she realized that the carriage belonged to a man called Scout, he was employed by Elijah Jordan to scout the markets for him. She tucked another lost strand of hair behind her ear and watched as the carriage door opened. Scout was the first to emerge. Once out and steadied, he turned quickly and leaned back into the carriage with one arm and began to struggle, then placing his remaining arm in, he finally pulled a young woman through the carriage door. Shiress inched forward as she noticed the woman was clutching desperately to a bundle in her arms. Shiress' eyes widened as a small golden head lifted from the woman's chest. The woman gently placed her hand on a the little ones head and lowered it back to her shoulder. Angry gestures and loud words were exchanged between Scout and Elijah Jordan. Shiress couldn't make out the words, but with the pointing and yelling it was obvious master Jordan didn't like the fact the woman had a child. Elijah Jordan had no morals and human life meant nothing to him and it didn't surprise Shiress that he didn't want the mother to keep her child. In fact, there had been at least two female slaves that apparently disappeared and was rumored that they were with child and the father was Master Jordan. Her hand rushed to her mouth to cover a gasp as she saw master Jordan rip the toddler from the mothers arms. The woman let out a heart wrenching sob as she desperately clung to the toddler. His free arm motioning toward the road, his voice was raised and angry. The toddler was then shoved, by master Jordan, into the unwilling arms of the scout. Shiress blinked free a tear as she watched the mother break away from the carriage door toward her baby. Master Jordan leaned and caught the woman by her hair, raised his hand high and brought down a slap against the woman's head that sent her to the ground. The scout moved toward Jordan in an apologetic way as if he were explaining in detail a grand story. He continuously glanced down to the now wailing toddler in his arms, who tried desperately to get free and back to its mother, obviously annoyed with the cries. The scout Plunged his hand in his pocket and pulled out a money pouch and dangled it in front of Master Jordan who quickly grabbed the pouch and leaned in close to the scouts face, yelling angry, inaudible words. Jordan then grabbed the toddler and with a thrust placed the toddler beside the woman who devoured the chance to touch her baby again. Shiress glared to the woman and baby, her heart ached for them with every beat. She watched as the mother gently comforted her child, caressing the child's head, running her hand down the child's back, leaning close to whisper soothing words. She wished desperately that there was a way for the mother to stand and run and never have to fear loosing her child again. A sharp stab of pain to her head took Shiress to her knees. A large man stooped over her from the back, his fist wrapped around her hair. "Whatsa matter you filth. Think you master gives another woman all his attention" he said as he landed a kick to her thigh. Her mouth flew open in reaction to the kick, but Shiress only closed her eyes, she feared a beating to ensue, but was pulled to her feet and shoved forward to walk. Her stride was off balance and she stumbled as the man guided her by her hair. Her eyes never left the woman that was huddled on the ground embracing her child. Shiress was stood in front of her Master. Her eyes fell toward his feet. Master Jordan grumbled angry words under his breath as he glared at the scout before grabbing the front of Shiress' dress, spinning her around and shoving her in the direction of the woman and child on the ground. "Get tha kid" ordered Jordan to Shiress. She froze unable to move as she stared into the terrified woman's face. "Seems Scout here has put us in a rather bad predicament" he mumbled as he glanced over his shoulder to the scout."Get-tha-kid..it's yours til' I can find somebody to take it--Get it!" he shouted as a blow to Shiress' back jolted her toward the woman. Shiress knelt down in front of the woman and began to take the toddler from her arms, glancing over her shoulder to the still squabbling men. "Im sorry" she whispered as tears began to flow down her face "Please know I don't want this for you." She started to stand, but the woman grabbed her hand "her name is Niya, she's only 3" she said softly through tears. Shiress lowered to one knee and moved close to the woman's face and whispered "I will do what I can to keep little Niya safe" She stood, glancing again over her shoulder and back to the woman's face "I give you my word" she promised..."Take it in there, do what ever...get it and shut it up" said Master Jordan as he shoved Shiress toward the path to the house. Shiress turned and moved up the brick pathway. Her fingers rubbing the little girls head that rested oh her chest. She stepped up on the porch, turned to look back to the now sobbing woman that laid helplessly on the ground, her hands covering her face. "You're gonna be OK, Niya" she whispered softly to the toddler as she turned back toward the door. The little girl lifted her head and moved her soft blue eyes to meet Shiress', she rubbed a lingering tear away trying to focus, but without a word spoken, Niya quietly placed her head back to her chest as they stepped into the house... |