I was born in a tiny little village near the western border of the realm of the great King Arthur, Camelot. I was taken by slave traders during a raid on my village when I was 2 years old. Shortly after my 3rd birthday I was sold to a young man, not more than 20 years old. I started out just planting seeds in the garden and sweeping the stairs leading to my Master's mansion. As I grew older and stronger I was given more and more tasks to complete.
By the age of 10 I was cooking, cleaning the entire mansion alone, mending and washing laundry, and tending all 25 gardens. My Master seemed nice in the beginning. He always made sure that my work load was light and gradually increased it as I got older and stronger. He was so kind to me in the beginning, but that was all about to change drastically. At age 10 he became cruel and cold towards me.
He suddenly changed from a kind, caring Master to a Master who was abusive and heartless. He was impossible to please. We were not allowed to even eat from the scraps that fell from his table. We were forced to either go hungry or scavenge food in the nearby forest. If we were caught eating scraps from the table or crops from his garden we were beaten with whips or leather straps.
Eventually, I got to the point that I was afraid of everyone and wouldn't let anyone come near. I was extremely shy and very quiet. Whenever someone would come near I would run from them and hide. As time wore on I got more and more shy and fearful of other people. Despite that my master remained abusive and cruel.
Then, one day in late summer my master was taking me and two other slaves to a slave auction in a nearby city to be sold. My master sat inside the tent because it was a very hot, sunny day. The other slaves and I were in a wooden crate with tall iron bars all around it and nothing to shield us from the sun. All of a sudden the horses reared up and the cage tipped over onto it's side. None of us were chained to the bars so we were able to escape.
Soon after we escaped we ran into a forest and split up hoping to avoid recapture. I wandered for several weeks before I came to the home of King Asmodeus and his family. I stood for many minutes wondering if I should enter the gate. Finally, one of the King's daughters emerged and invited me inside. I entered reluctantly not sure if I could trust this young woman.
As it turns out, King Asmodeus and his family were very welcoming. I was still very timid and afraid of them. King Asmodeus' home became a regular spot for me. I came almost everyday and would sit in a dark corner keeping silent and away from everyone else there. Then, one day, as I sat in my usual corner a man came in.
He was a very intense-looking man with many weapons. Soon I would learn the reason he came. He was an assassin sent after me by a party I have yet to figure out. I watched him curiously as he entered. Then he suddenly pulled out his sword and advanced towards me a murderous look in his eyes.
I moved further into the corner until I could go no further. I then realized I was trapped. He raised the sword high over his head and began to bring it down towards me. Then, one of Asmodeus' daughters, the very same one that had invited me inside that first time, grabbed the sword and tried to help me get away. The assassin continued and raised the sword again nearly hitting me before Asmodeus used his magick to melt the sword then he kicked the assassin out of his home and posted guards to keep him out.
Shortly after I was taken in by a new master, a prince no less. He was very kind, and we soon fell deeply in love with one another. Eventually, we were married. Once we had married, he released me from slavery. I was now Queen Kierah Darkside. We had a baby girl shortly after we were wed. She was named Princess Alexa Darkside.
My husband and I now live happily in our realm called Angel Haven.
