GENRE: YA Fantasy
Chains and rain. Ice cold band around my wrists, water dripping off my face. It was salty rain again, cursed and foul.
“Stand.” The grating voice of Sliy broke through my ringing ears, loud enough to hear, soft enough to send a ripple of hatred through me, making my new scars twinge. He walked along the rows of people chained together. As he passed I heard them whimper or shriek in pain. Then he was beside me, looking into my eyes with his own colorless ones. The pain was blinding all over again.
“We have reached our final destination,” he called as he reached the end of the line, his voice ringing through the stale air. “Should you show any talent, consider yourself lucky. You will become a yovi for the high King.”
He was coming my way again. I didn’t think I could last another wave of pain. The girl in front of me was crying quietly, I heard the word ‘betrayer’ amidst her sobs. It was the rhythm of all our heartbeats. We had been lied to, deceived. Except for me. I knew.
“Should you fail,” he continued, enunciating the last word. Pain pulsed and shuddered through me as he passed again. I could feel the screams I held inside. “Consider death your luck.”