swarming around cages filled with monsters, humans and other intelligent races such as elves, dwarves, demons, angels and such, were nobles wearing gaudy clothing.
In the kingdom of Aquebis, it was the annual day slave market day, for all of the need for maids, butlers, guards and slaves that would be needed for the new and old nobles.
amidst the hundreds and thousands of cages, in an unnoticed corner of low levelled merchandise, curled a little girl, giving it her best shot in trying to be unnoticed.
shaking at every footstep that would get louder and be relieved at every that stopped or went away, scuttling to her feet was a rat, gently patting her big toe as if trying to calm her down.
capable of such human acts, the rodent wasn't just any rat, it was the ash-rat, a level 1 monster that had fire and plant elements in its evolution.
normally, a set of slaves with an obedient monster and a 10-year-old girl would fetch a higher price than 200 quebis and not be arranged in the lower ranked section.
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the reason for the fortunate mistreatment though was the ash-rat. the ash-rat would spread ashes around the house in the mansions of nobles, due to its natural nature and elemental bloodline. Annoying the shit out of them, also, the girl who always hung near the rat probably wouldn't be cleaner.
staying in her cramped form with the monster at her feet, The slave girl stayed quiet, as the footsteps and idiotic banter of the nobles lightened, she knew that finally, the slave trade had ended.
lifting her head up, revealing her delicate features, Vanessa crawled out of her cage, Arthur the ash-rat following closely behind, she stood up as her waist long almond coloured hair flowed down.
another annual slave trade ended meant another free year to figure out her escape route, and that was good news to Vanessa. being an unpopular item, the owner wouldn't really care what happened to the ten-year-old who he scooped a large glop of stale porridge to every Saturday and Wednesday, would he?
walking back towards the slave centre with the little ash-rat trotting behind her, leaving a white trail-behind him, stopping, Vanessa picked him up before entering a tiny box with a small boulder and large boulder, each taking the place of a desk and table in her home, her own small place in the slave shop.