Lahat ng Kabanata ng Whisper of the stone heart: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

DAHLIA: I was in a cage. We were in a cage, like birds in captivity, meant to be sold. The cage I was in had sturdy wheels in the middle of an army of barbaric men, using giant axes as weapons. They were drinking and laughing as if slaves were the most normal thing in the world. Furthermore, I was horrible. I was like a lamp of burnt meat. My sister Dina used to tell me about the atrocities of the world: to remove any thought of escaping and she was right. I used to dream about the outside world and lie to make her at ease. I lied to everyone and kept my thoughts to myself. The night… Another sleepless night with the noises of females screaming… and there was another noise, a different one. It was a very distinct sound; a noise no one paid attention to… The slave trader was a man with a long beard. From all the men sitting here, he was the only one with a pipe and slightly noble demeanour; he pulled slaves from another group and put them around him.

NELDRISDYD : « I know where the heart of gems is…” Cold dread coiled in my stomach. I peeked at the unfortunately ruined face once again before pretending to laugh. She grinned when the other nobles laughed calling her a crazy slave. My eyes automatically glared at her. Nonetheless, my silent rage quickly dissipated and I was taken back by curiosity; no one had ever spoken such ancient language. It was the first time I ever heard another tongue articulating it. What was more fascinating about it was the ability to understand all languages spoken in this world. It was a language I spoke as well but no one knew that. When I was young, Lady Markbill warned me to never speak with it; its words were an enchantment on themselves and no one would like it when the commandment made you do things you didn’t like. Unlike me, she seemed not aware of it. I observed her from the corner of my eye, her gaze moved from the floor to the hyenas and sh

SAVASCUS : “Thanks for sharing the cell with me. To think all the other slaves are actually avoiding me. I’ll remember this; I won’t be helping them as an act of vengeance against them.” “Remind me of your name, please! I tend to forget it.” Amelia’s hands meandered softly, following the path from my neck, then she grabbed my shirt, tried to remove it but I slapped her hand away, softly. She moved to my breasts, touching them delicately. “I know you like it. It isn’t good to deny pleasures, Savascus.” She pulled me and released her glamorous charms. Knowing a succubus was troublesome; her body was on top of me and I felt hot, enjoyment rising in my heart and down my belly. I didn’t hate it and all the struggling thoughts faded as soon as her tongue darted all around me, especially my private part and chest. As the guards opened the door, I lounged on the wall quickly, my necklace resting at an insouciant angle, my

DAHLIA : I always dreamt of a charming prince who would fight for me. When I was in the village, it didn’t have a name; I thought I would be like a princess waiting for a prince to save her. However, the reality was much more than it seemed. In the end, I was caught again and I heard all the escapees got caught too, except for Aurelia and Savascus. A certain robust guy I never saw before ruined my plans. My plan had two flaws; the existence of the strong guy and the consciousness of the slave dealer. I expected him to be sleeping in his quarters after inhaling the powder. In my solitude, I pondered about a lot of things like the reason that kept Aurelia or more like Aureoles and Savascus here. I concluded; despite being strong, the collars had us in check. Lately, mine was reinforced; I felt like my energy drained quickly. I slept all the time and the only way to know how much time had passed was the regularity of the piece of bread and glass of

DAHLIA : After selling the children, they sold the women. At the end of the auction, I was displayed with other beauties with a mask on our faces, seductively. When my cage was pushed to the stage, the lights blinded me; they were brighter than my future and past combined. After my vision adjusted to the light, I saw the advanced threads of magic used to brighten the walls. Everything was set to make us dazzling and attractive. I couldn’t help but feel so low. I never wish for anyone to experience what I lived at the moment; an inferiority complex engulfed me and my mind put many questions in front of my eyes. The many eyes gazing at us made me feel sick. I wanted to cry like when my sister Dina tapped gently on my back, but my tears were useless. They were proof of weakness and any one of them might be used against me. I tried to be tough and strong, to endure everything like I endured the training I experienced, and show I didn’t care for anything but