Sorry, this one is my dream avi. Sorry. Any way, the others are my characters. So the following stories are about my, uh, latest reality. Its based as all of mine are, in a future kingdom thing. Slaves. Whores and things, the king was a tyrant. And him, and him himself was the only one aloud to have slaves. Unless the paid him half, of every thing they own. If the woman birthed a female child, and she grew to be beautiful, when she was fourteen, she would come to his home, not to come home once more. 
She was always called an idiot child. A slave, no one cared if she lived or died. Except the boy. The one she fell in love with. When she was twelve summers old, she met a boy with the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. It was that day that her life truly began. Part one- Lily,
She gripped the basket with a cold hand. her thin body barely able to support herself against the cold cold air. she was fourteen now. Her boy, Marnin, was locked away in the warm slave chambers. His mother forbade him to leave the chamber, forbade him to see his favorite person. Lily. He was angry at her. And lily made sure to sneak to him whenever she could. Her master, tho, had noticed her beauty, and many others, like the masked man at the bar. She feared him, for he watched her the entire time she was there. Not taking his eyes off of her, even to blink. In fear she had not looked at him, sept to see once, if he still stared. He did. She slowly walked back into the cold night. Gripping the basket with a cold hand. She walked on the cold ground, her bare feet numb, and tingly. That was when she became aware of the steps behind her. She looked to see the dark figure standing just out of the lanterns light. The gray sky making him invisible. She turned back around, and quickened her already fast step. The man began to walk again as well.
It was soon that he caught her. Pressing the barrel of a gun to hr lower back. She gasped, and then fainted. When she awoke, the cold air was no longer braced about her body. Tho she lay on a cold stone floor. Her surounding were warm. She saw but a black cloth tied about her head. She went to push it from her eyes, but heavy chins restricted her. She slid her hands on her body, Her dress had changed. It wasn't as short, and it was dirty. The last wearer had soiled herself. Repeatedly. She stood, as best she could, and walked bout the small room. She had barely stood and struck her head on a wooden plank, short. She stretched her arms out to feel that the rooms width was only wide enough to bend or unbend her arms in comfort. The length was of her body, perhaps more. She stumbled forward, to feel a heavy stone door blocked her path. She stumbled back and slid her body down the wall, and pulled her knee's to her chest. The door scarped open.
- The mistery man. 
Queen of the hell soldiers 
GG, the poet. 
The King of the silver city. 
The assassin 
Princess Mareth,queen of the silver city.
