Hey. So I started a new story. Again. But I'm really determined to finish this one. If you've read my other stories, you probably know that I already have a story titled 'The Black Vulture'. Well, I've deleted that story and started this one. This one will have more conflicts than the other one. Anyways, I'm gonna stop blabbering and start with the story. I hope you like it!
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~~~~Chapter One~~~~
I've woken to the sound of knocking on my window. Before I opened my eyes, I kept wishing that I'd be somewhere else, somewhere peaceful, somewhere where I can be free. When I finally opened them, I groaned. I was still here in the same building where I've grown up to be a slave.
A slave to warlocks, that is.
Warlocks are sorcerers that exercise dark magic. They've been using sorcery for their personal 'needs'. I've been stuck with them since I was born. Apparently, my parents asked the warlocks a HUGE favor and in return they must give their firstborn child (me) as a payment for their request. And now, I have to work my butt off and must give the warlocks everything they want. If I don't, they can kill me in a blink of an eye and still pick on their ugly, pointed noses.
The knocking sound snapped me out of my reverie. I didn't have to stand up to open my window. My room is really, really, really small. I stuck my head out to see who was knocking. When I didn't see anyone, I was about to close the window when something passed through me. When I looked back, I saw my vulture shaking off his feathers.
"Blackstar? What are you doing outside my room?" I asked the ugly bird. He just screeched and went back inside his cage. I sighed and started heading towards the bathroom when I heard another knock.
"Blackstar, stop knocking on the window, it's get--" I stopped when someone opened the door. When I turned around, I saw a tall boy with jet-black hair, blue eyes and a vulture on his right arm.
"Oh, hey, Charlie..." I mumbled. Unfortunately, it wasn't my ugly vulture knocking on the window but my neighboor knocking on my door.
"Hey Audrielle," He said with a smile--which made me grin. Charlie and I aren't in a relationship but were about the same age so were kind of close.
"You need to hunt today, you know, for stones." Charlie added.
I don't know what stones are made of but warlocks need it. Stones are the things that keeps the human slaves alive. It's like our ticket to food. If you give one stone to one warlock, you'll get a month supply of food. If you give two stones to one warlock, you'll get two months supply of food. If you give three stones--you get the picture. But, if you don't find a stone by the end of the month, you wont get any food--not even water--then you'll starve and then you'll die. Simple logic.
"I know. Do you need to hunt today?" I asked while looking for the vial I usually put the stones in.
"No, I got two stones last week, remember?" He tapped his forehead with his index finger.
"How could I forget? You were jumping up and down when they told you that you're given two months supply of food." I finally found the vial. I put a chain through the loop on the lid and wrapped it around my neck.
"You're just jealous." He wagged his eyebrows.
"I am not."
"Yeah you are."
"Nuh-uh" I put my hands on my hips.
"Yes."
"No." I said shortly.
"Ye--"
"I swear, if you say the word 'yes' one more time, I will cut off your head and display it on my window." I threatened.
"Why? So you could stare at it all day? I'll cut off your legs so I--"
"Charlie!"
"Chill, Audrey.." He chuckled while stroking his vulture's feathers.
"How's Shadow?" I eyed the ugly bird in his hand.
"Still ugly. If vultures can't sense the stones, I've probably thrown Shadow in the garbage."
With that, Shadow clawed Charlie's fingers.
"Hey!" Charlie complained. Shadow flew to Blackstar and began their conversation with constant screeching and clawing.
"You do know that Shadow's the one that gave you two stones." I said.
"Yeah, that's why I still feed him."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm changing, get out."
"I've seen you naked before,"
"Charlie! Get out!" I tried pushing him out of the door but it wasn't working.
"Sheesh, alright, alright. I'll wait for you outside. Come on, Shadow!" Shadow flew and landed on Charlie's arm before they went out.
I sighed before changing in my hunting uniform--which includes boots, tight pants, a loose shirt, and of course a cloak. Slaves never leave their room without their cloak. If you go out without a cloak, it's like your naked. I checked myself over the mirror. My brown, uneven hair in a messy pontail. My hazelnut brown eyes boring into mine. I looked decent enough.
"Blackstar! Come on! Let's eat first before we hunt for stones." I stretched out my arm which Blackstar landed on. I brought my sword and my crossbow with me for hunting. I stepped outside the door and locked it. When I turned around, Charlie was right in front of me.
"Hi." He smiled.
"You kept your word, about waiting for me." I stated.
"I guess I deserve a pat on the back." He faced his back to me. Instead of patting, I slapped his back. Hard.
Charlie stumbled forward and gave me a death glare. I cracked up.
"Ha-ha, Very funny," He said while rubbing his back. I stopped laughing when I saw Miss Margarette heading towards our direction. Charlie must've seen her too because he straightened up and stood properly.
I stood beside him and got ready to greet the head warlock of the house.
"A pleasant morning to you, Miss Margarette." Charlie and I said while bowing. She stopped right in front of me. My heart skipped a beat.
"Slave 827," She said with so much authority that I trembled when she said my slave number. I stopped bowing and stood straight. Charlie, on the other hand, remained in his position.
"Yes, Miss Margarette?" I asked as politely as I could.
"You are obliged to search for a stone this day. Disobey this order, and you will be thrown in exile. Understood?" Her black eyes were glaring at mine.
"I understand, Miss Margarette." I bowed again. My hands were shaking.
"Very well." She passed through us and walked away. My knees fell on the ground. I sighed heavily. Charlie helped me up.
"We have names you know.." He muttered.
"Shh! She might hear you!" I hissed.
"So?" He arched an eyebrow. My hands were still shaking. Charlie saw them and rubbed my head.
"Hey, it's okay now. She not here anymore.
"Charlie!!!!" Some guy called. We both looked where the voice was coming from.
"Hey what's up, man?" Charlie said.
"Go to the lunchroom! Quick!" The boy said. He's got some heavy accent.
"Oh, Audrey and I are gonna eat anyways, so--"
"The warlocks killed someone today!"
At that, he got both our attention.
"Who?!" I demanded.
"Slave 849!" The boy replied.
My eyes widened when when he said the last number.
"Sophie.." Charlie mumbled.
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Sorry if that was short. I'm gonna make the next chapter longer. Hehe<3