Chapter 3: Why'd This Happen?!

Alasia's POV:

“Wait!” I shouted as I was being drug away from the cart by two of the biggest men I have practically ever seen.  “I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to my little brother!  I don't know if I will ever see him again.  Can I at least say goodbye?!”

As I turned to look at the two men who were still dragging me backward away from the wagon cart, neither of them bothered to look at me directly but at the other.  My eyes, however, immediately went in search of those of my little brother.  When I found his gaze, he was overly fearful and tears were silently streaming down his little face.  I knew he was terrified.  He was so scared that he was frozen in fear and did not move to run after me either.  He didn't know what to do.  Nor did I for that fact.  I had no idea what was going to happen to me from this day to the next, or for the rest of my now miserable life, which I am sure was the plan for me.  

As I thought about everything in that moment, things did not get all that bad till after my mother's untimely and unexpected death.  Granted, things were not exquisite for a few years leading up to her unexpected death, but it was still a whole lot better than it was right now.  No matter what, she made sure my little brother and I had what we needed and was always tended to.  I looked back up at these two men as they were now dragging me in the small gate into the fence.  I turned my gaze quickly back to my brother once more time till our eyes were no longer able to find each other.  I didn't know how, or when, but I would do everything in my power to get him away from my stepfather, even if it took me years.  

I would do what I could to make sure I took care of him, by getting him away from that monstrosity.  If he could sell me whenever he wanted, like I never meant anything to him, there is no telling what he would do to my little brother.  I knew he never really cared about me, but the thing that worried me the most was that he favored my little brother over me.  There was no telling what he might do while I was not there to help watch over him. 

As I was being taken further away from the open gate, I noticed a man walking back into the gate who had given the leather pouch to my stepfather.  I watched as after he came in the gate, it was closed behind him and he walked straight over to another man standing off the path a short distance.  This other man I could not see him that well, as he was hidden by the trees and shrubs around the path, but I did happen to see his eyes.  His eyes were a deep yellow in color and they seemed to be glowing as he looked at me.  I have never seen anything like that before.  It scared me and then, I felt a cold feeling in my chest, that made me immediately look away from him.  Was this one man the one behind this?  Was this man the reason I was here?  How much did my stepfather get for my being sold off in the first place?  

I did not like having questions about my situation I was not able to answer.  As we traveled along this long trail, there were others like me who found themselves in the same situation as me.  I made sure not to cry aloud for that matter as some of the others seemingly could not help themselves.  I remember what happened when I did that very thing in front of my stepfather.  I knew what to expect from him, but I had no clue as to what was expected from any of the guards who were treating us, well, I guess I could use the word slave now, as I was a part of that group.  I hated the mere thought of calling myself a slave but that was the truth of it.  I was now a slave.  

Soon, I was placed in a large pen with a whole bunch of other slaves.  Was this just a place where they were going to hold us, till we got to where it was that we were going to be for the rest of our lives?  I was confused about this whole process.  Where was I exactly?  Why'd this happen to me?  All of a sudden, I heard a voice arise over the entire crowd shouting as if they were trying to get all of our attention.  It was hard to hear them at first due to the crying of others.  One person in particular was having a very hard time consoling themselves.  The person who was trying to speak went straight up to this young girl, she had to be at least five years younger than I was and was about to be struck down by this man.  I could not help myself.  I ran over to her and pushed her out of the way, preventing her from receiving a blow from the whip he held in his hand.  

"How dare you stop me from carrying out my own order!" The guardsman shouted at me.

I did not have a chance to speak in response as before I had a chance to react, with his free hand, he picked me up by my throat and held me up in the air.  I tried to wiggle my feet but they were no longer touching the ground.  I instinctively grabbed at his hand to try to free myself, but there was something about his grip, it was way too strong that I could not free myself from his grasp.  He laughed as he looked around and then looked back at me.  As I tried to look at him, I could feel the air leaving my body, not being able to replenish itself.  What was I going to do?  How was I going to get out of this one?

Before I completely lost sight of everything, I felt my body drop down to the ground with a hard thud.  I gasped for air as I coughed violently.  Then, I felt myself being lifted up again, only this time, I was being carried.