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Auctions held throughout the Empire, were the only way to rid themselves of any type of nauseous.
 Shu Venya was a victim of this horrid transaction, born from a unity of two races, many saw her as an inferiority. Resulting, in her social standing being decided since the downfall of her village.

From the very beginning of entering rock bottom, she finds herself without any sort of purpose or goal. 

Until a spark is ignited within her, when she discovers a boy a few years older than her suffering in the clutches of the Military.

Her heart becomes enraptured by the young boy thus, she finds a goal to end his struggles; free him.

Over the years of separation from her lost love, she turns the attention of the Empire, becoming someone of high importance from the business world, once a slave now someone nobility bow to. 

 Obstacles all throughout, Shu Venya suffers a great deal, yet her resolve never strays. The thought of the young boy with sharp eyes keeps her heart alive. Hoping to reunite with him once more she prevails in her struggles.


Credit goes out to the artist of the cover.

The Captured Girl Found Her Purpose

The hazel eyes that glared at her belonged to a young boy barely turning into a man. His gaze was penetrating, as his tall frame gave off a stance of intimidation.

Finding it hard to comprehend the meaning behind the words he approached her with, she uttered a "What?"

He paused a moment, attempting to find any sort of fear, though instead was met with a curious look made out by the slight tilt of the girls head. Her hands still buried into the mess of her hair, as her grey eyes gazed at him with uncertainty. Slightly put off by the unresolved posture of the girl he moved a few steps back crossing his tanned arms tightly "Uh your hair, it's best to untangle it gently."

"Oh is it bothering you?" Shu asked, already thinking of the ladies that gossiped about the boys and how they considered themselves superior. Turning her back away from him, she decided to head to the banks of the river, finding the sun's rays grazing against the land. Realizing that she should head towards the fields to begin her labor, a large hand grasped against her wrist in a manner that brought pain.

Fright soon settled into her subconscious, as her eyes grew dull once more at the feeling of someone capturing her wrist. On pure instinct she cowered expecting the familiar pains of lashes or blows.

Though was instead met with a retraction from the grip and a rush of apologies, looking towards the young boy to find him bowing towards her with a grimace on his face.

Clearing his throat he voice gently spoke out a more clear apology " I apologize deeply, I'm not used to measuring my strength. I must go, sorry for bothering you."

Shock coursed through her soul, as she watched him depart through the water towards the group of boys that were being herded by a hollering guard.

Snapping out of her revere Shu headed towards the fields that made dread swirl in her stomach from the hot sun that will soon cause exhaustion to those that expose themselves to it.

The long walk from the river to the fields leaving her in a thoughtful state, the image of the boy bowing seeming unearthly.

Her young mind must have just been playing tricks on her, for if the boy had indeed bowed to a mixed blooded slave his self worth would be damaged.

Resolving to forget the unusual path her thoughts had lead her to, she focused on the vast variety of green rolled amongst the solid grounds.

Breathing in the fresh scent found in the morning air she enjoyed the peace while it lasted.

Her eyes turning emotionless once more nearing the grounds that contained cries and screams.

"Mixed Blood!! Get to your position girl, meet your criteria or there will be consequences!"

Making her way towards the vegetation, she crouched down picking the crops even faster, as the grovel of the soil made noise to indicate a pair of feet settling near her.

Fighting the urge to look up, her crops were bundled into a basket, as the man hovering over her letting out a grunt departing towards another area.

Yanking on a strong piece of weed, she observed the fields and quickly gathered her hair to form it into a ponytail. Ignoring the voice in the depths of her mind that uttered the words 'Be gentle.'

The Bow Of The Apologetic