09-14-2011, 06:46 PM
The sky was dark, the night seemed grim, but the sun started to rise anyways to give wake to the morning. The bright gleam was the color of blood signifying that something was wrong. A little girl was being held by one of the soul reapers. He held her tight by the shoulders as her mother was brought up to them, ragged and broken. She wanted to go get her, to reach her as tears poured from her eyes, but the Soul Reaper held her still. Her mother started to move slightly and looked up at her before another Reaper had his way with her, hitting her with magic left and right until her body was mangled enough to make sure that she didnt get up from it. With that, another Soul Reaper shot fire at her and burned her body to a crisp, forcing her to watch as the smell of burning flesh wafted over her. The Reaper then picked her up and forced her to look at him speaking at her, but the voice was muffled. He then threw her to the side where other slaves picked her up and took her to the cells for punishment like any normal slave would have been put in there if something had happened. As she hit the ground the image started to disappear.
Cora awoke like she normally did, with a depressed expression. She only had 2 hours of sleep, being part of the higher up slaves. They always had to wake in shifts and sleep in shifts, never getting more than 2 hours in the least and if they had the time to, they were forced to go to work once they awoke. Quickly, she got clothed in the uniform that signified her servitude and went to the kitchens. They had already prepared a tray of what the Reapers ate. She brought the tray out to the Reapers she was suppose to be slave to, but he wasnt in his room like he normally would have been. She went back to the kitchen and put the food in a basket so that she could carry it to find him. She grabbed a small pouch of weaponry as well that he might have wanted and walked out into the open towards the hill near a village.
There was a little boy standing next to one of her masters. She knew differently than most humans would, working for the higher up Soul Reapers. He was no little boy, but she wasnt suppose to realize this. When she made it up the hill, she crouched on one knee and held up the basket of food to the Soul Reaper, hoping he wouldnt strike her.
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