Prologue

Pain. Excruciating pain ran throughout her body as the whip landed on her back for the umpteenth time. Tears mixed with tears ran down her face to the ground, wetting it lightly. Yet, she relentlessly raised the hoe, digging it into the ground to get rid of weeds.

It's all slavery. When agony becomes a very part of your life that's what she calls slavery.

Working relentlessly, paying for crimes they know nothing about. Striving hard to survive. Striving hard to survive a tormenting phase of life.

Yet, they've been going round and round in this tunnel and haven't seen even a glimpse of light.

She's the most courageous. She fears nobody. She was brave. But then she's subjected to slavery, where she has no power over herself. Where she lives by orders. Slaved to the cold hearted prince.

But, she waits with faith. A crumbling faith that awaits light. That tiny light of freedom.

Who's she?