~*~Not of this World Fantasy~*~
Myrrha((Creator's note: This is my favorite character I have ever created. I have fallen in love with her, her world, and all the people that inhabit this little world. And this world is NOTHING like in the Avatar cartoon. She has created with others the most beautiful of stories. Instead of a description, I will simply place the intro post I use for her because if you cannot tell... I love secrets...))
Dark clouds skirted quickly over the cold grey sky, a thunder storm would be coming soon. It was strange for this time of year for, although it was slowly becoming the colder season- harvest season- this part of the year was usually dry until the winter when the snow came. The city of Gespa was small in terms of people and how metropolitan it was compared to other cities, but it was the crop center and harvesting hub for the entire country of Ivalice. Most of the people in Gespa were Terratians, people granted with increased power of the earth- they were better farmers, ranchers, masons, and builders than other citizens of Ivalice and could be told apart from the others by the green markings on their skins. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, more quiet than usual. Granted Sundays were meant for spiritual repose and rest between six days of grueling field work and manual labor, but on this day not a person could be seen in the taverns and inns, shops were closed and houses empty, even the brothels were unusually quiet. The caravan was in this day and had won the attention of the citizens of Gespa.
When the caravan arrives, it signifies the arrival of exotic cloths and materials, spices, and jewelry. It meant needed items for the farm, for the stores, and for Gespa's citizens own needs. But one thing that everyone had waited for, had kept the money for harvesting for, were the auctions. The caravan was a collected group, entirely made of Unmarked men- men born with no markings that would make them suitable for any trade. For as you see, dear reader, that there were different classes of people in Ivalice. The Terratians were those of the earth and made their living in the earth and were set apart by green markings on their face. The Aeronians were people of the skies, able to harness the power of the wind and use it to work their machines, and help empower the farms of the Terratians, one may discerne a person of that class by white markings on the face. The Spritists with their red markings were the teachers, priests, and many times rulers of Ivalice and the cities inside. Lastly, the Aquarians- also called the Mother People for all races were borne from the sea, their faces marked in blue, were masters of the water. Excellent seamen, fishers, and ships architects, they were sucometimes called the Mother People- for water was the creation of life. These four types of people- never segregated and always equal, helped one another out and made life complete. As the Spiritists taught, the Aquarians traded fish for fowl and crop while showing the Terratians how to irrigate. The Aeronians helped the Aquarians to harness the wind at sea while the Terratians gave the Aeronians the strength to use this power on land. It was a well oiled cycle of profitable power and balance and everyone in the world took advantage of it. Everyone except for the Unmarked. Like a birth defect, the Unmarked were people born without a calling of their own. The skies did not want them, the waves of the ocean curled away at their sight; these people had no markings on their faces and no strength in the element that created the World. So these people did the jobs that others refused- cleaning the trash, begging on the streets, mercenaries, and the strength behind the slave trade. Slave sellers and auctioneers where Unmarked men and women that sold their own kind- fellow Unmarked- to rich men and women with beatiful markings on their faces and full purses in their pockets.
On this dismal day, with a chilling northern wind that ripped through the town and threatened to pull the very rainbow colored awnings from the many wagons that made the caravan. The caravan had formed a half circle in an empty field outside the village, where a make shift auction block was created. Behind the caravan; the oxes, horses, and livestock belonging to the slave traders were on one side and the animals to be sold on the other. As anxious men and a few women- children were never allowed at auction- waited, a tense murmur lurking through the crowd, a short, rotund Unmarked man with salt and pepper hair and goatee, a bald spot due to stress growing on his scalp, waddled around camp and nailed the list of auctioned items to be sold at auction that day. Unlike his usual self, the balding man did not greet the patrons and shake hands with his usual, and most profitable customers. This time, with a well defined frown on his plushy red lips, he turned away and waddled back into the hidden enclosure of his people's own camp. But no one seemed to notice; they were too busy pushing and shoving their way through to see what was on the list today. Six sheep of both sexes, two male oxen, three female cows with one pregnant, and four work horses of prime ages were the animals to be sold. Under the animal's list was the list of human slaves to be sold: a family of four consisting of a field hand, a cook, and two young children who were skilled in sewing, cleaning, and other house work; three strong bucks for the field, an experienced nurse maid, and two teenage girls who could cook. Then under that list, in bright bold ink was the special for this trade. Usually special slave sells were former palace guards or champions of gladiator rings or beautiful exotic girls trained all their lives to please a commanding master, still Unmarked but carried with them special abilities that would grant a higher price. But usually what the special sale was was listed on the parchment, giving potential buyers an idea of what they might want to buy. This time however all the paper said in bright big red letters was, "Once in a Lifetime Sale!"
The auctions went by quickly, the animals and people going at a lower price, since nervous and eager, they bidders at the auction were waiting for the surprise sale. After the last girl was sold, the balding rotund auctioneer, who went by the simple name of Simeon, raised his hands indicating for the group around him to wait. He hobbled off the steps and away from the auction stand and walked into the back of the last caravan. There was a group hush, and it felt that the storm would come sooner, drawn to the electricity amongst the crowd. He walked out of the caravan, leading another person with him. Although the person was covered in a cloak so the head and body was hidden, it was plain to see from her lithe features the person was a girl. A person paying attention to detail could see that around the girl's wrist were soft silk ties to bind her hands, not the rusting metal shackles that were the jewelry of choice for every other human sold this day. Never looking at the person, Simeon lead the girl back to the auction block. Her barefoot steps were smoothe and fluid, and the crowd could sense an odd power of grace in her. He led the girl up the steps and she stood, staring straight over the crowd, her face still masked by the cloak. Simeon turned to her and sighed, shaking his head as if he was debating whther or not to sell the girl at all, as if for the first time, the slave seller felt guilt. He patted the girl's hand and she turned and nodded toward him and there was an exchange of words meant for only themselves. Simeon then turned to the crowd and raised his hands and spoke to the audience before him- a large mass of the richest men and women in town.
"Men and women of Gespa! Gallan merchant, traders, and plantation owners! This beautiful creature you will only find once on the auction block! Come, gather round and bless your eyes upon this girl! Thank me, my valued guests, for I could even offer to charge you just to set your eyes upon her! This girl can read and write, and speak multiple languages! She would be a perfect teacher for your children, highly educated, and also a perfect handmistress for M'Lady. She also on top of it all, is highly skilled with a bow, and well taught in the Holy Ways. But men, do not get me wrong! This delicate virgin with supple breasts and soft skin will keep you warm at night and has a perfect womb for mating." Now the audience was anxious and edgy, ready to see what was under the cloak. No Unmarked slave was so highly talked over, so highly skilled and educated. Who could this creature be? Simeon turned and placed a hand on the girl's cloak and let it rest there for a moment. With a large sigh he yanked it off the girl and thre it aside. There was an eruption of noise from the audience and for a brief moment Simeon was taken aback by the noise. For the people in the audience looked past her blonde, lightly curly hair so fair it was almost white, except it was heavily streaked with numerous hues of blue, purple, and green- unlike any hair they had ever seen. They looked past her pale skin, the lightest and palest so much so it shone. They looked passed the large round lilac colored eyes that were set in a round face with no blemishes or markings. They looked past her elegant body with thin, lithe arms and hands, almost overly curved frame, and the muscular legs of a runner who sprinted with weights. For all they could see was a mark- a blue crescent moon with a star in between the moon's points, on her forehead. The girl was an Aquarian. No slave had ever been a marked human before. Her face was expressionless and serene, yet those lilac eyes carried the sadness of the sea after the wake of a fierce hurricane. Simeon let the voices die down before he rose his hand to speak. A few left, gesturing to themselves to ward off curses, others stayed, and said a silent prayer for the girl. But there were others, the majority of the group, that whistled in delight, licked their lips, and rubbed their hands together with glee. What a blessing such a creature would bring to the household! Simeon raised his hands and the hyped up crowd grew uncomfortably silent. The auction was about to begin, and Simeon would start the betting at twice the normal amount for any prime slave he sold. "Ladies and gentlemen, begin your bets. Starting price: ONE THOUSAND DINARI!"