TST- Chapter 2: Pah!Amal chases after the small girl.She doesn't run any slower for him."Wait!" Amal calls, almost ready to collapse. She's fast.She slows down reluctantly. "What?""He's not done with you!" Amal pants."Who Ramses? Well, I'm done with HIM," she says, putting her hands on her hips."What did he ever do to you?" he asks."Well...let me think. This is such a HARD question!" she exclaims mockingly. She looks at Amal's waiting figure."That boy can't see passed his dumb inflated ego. He thinks he's better than everyone else just because he was born of a king. It's sick!""I think he likes you," Amal says."Likes me? Pah." Katerina blows some hair out of her face."What's your name?" he asks her suddenly."Katerina," she snaps, "Now go away!" stomping away towards the Servants's Quarters.Amal leaves her alone, walking back to his friend to report what she said.******Katerina enters the room she shares with another girl named Rose. Her roommate is sitting there, pulling
TST-Chapter 1: A First GlanceA couple weeks later...She sighs, dipping her cloth in the bucket of water again.Squeeze. Wipe. Dip. Squeeze. Wipe. Dip. Squeeze again.She moves out of the way for a couple slaves who are carrying a large rug towards the direction of Pharaoh's room.Katerina finishes her job, her knuckes red from the marble floor. She tosses the cloth into her dingy wooden bucket, and walks down the hall. She returns the bucket to her overseer. The man tells her that she's free until tonight. Katerina thanks him gratefully, bowing stiffly. She hates bowing to that man. He thinks he can push her around just because she's a so called 'slave.' ******She walks down the hall. Then, as she rounds the corner, she stops in her tracks. Two teenage boys, probably nobles, were terrorizing a slave woman.The taller one kicks over her bucket of water. "Clean it up." he says. He and his friend laugh, walking away.Katerina feels a wave of anger surge through her. She hurries over,"Let me h
Through the Sands of Time- PrologueThe girl stirs. The first thing she notices is the pain. Her head throbs. She reaches up to wipe some dirt off her nose, but her hands are tied really tightly behind her back. Her lovely dress was torn so much, she looked like she had been mauled by some animals. In a way, she had.She looks around. She is laying in a wooden stall that reeked of urine and other scents she couldn't even begin to describe. How did I get here? she asks herself. The last thing she remembers was this:She was walking through the woods, alone, sorting out her angry feelings. She and her mother had been arguing about something she couldn't recall now. Then, a couple men had grabbed her. Something hit her head, and then the girl's vision went black...There were no windows in her stall. A bit of light was seeping through the door. Then it flies open, making her frail body flinch. The rope twists around her wrists, and now she can feel how raw they are.A man towers over he
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