Itsnotmylife

I was bought as a slave a long time ago, and my owner at the time was a child. The only living child of a powerful sorcerer. She was doted on. But I wasn't up to her expectations...I lacked magic. Now her father told me he did this on purpose, believing she was to young at the time to need a magical slave. I my self was bearly a young woman at the time. I will say, I felt fortunate. I could have been sold to many far crueler masters. But I did not yet know what would become of me. I'm getting a head of myself. Miranda was 10 when we frist met. I was to be her entertainer. I was trained of course and taught phrases and bits of language to make sure I could follow her commands. And at frist she was elated. That only lasted a few months. Miranda's friends visited, mostly daughter's of other nobles. They went on and on about the feats their personal entertainers could do. Things I had not been shown, like magic. Miranda complained to her father, I was told this later, about my inadequacy. She wanted a magical one, a different one, a better one than all her friends. And he put his foot down. This was unnecessary he said, she would have plenty of things she could impress her friends with once she completed her own magic studies. This I'm sure is where she got the idea and why we are where we are now. Silas wasn't immortal at the time. He had in his possession 2 shards of life. Of course they were called Sources on his planet. Considered sources of magic, powerful magical artifacts. Most of what was known about them at the time was speculation and theories. They had been gifted by God's to others in a time beforehand. That was the story. (I sipped the hot tea.) Back to Miranda and her desperate desire to impress her royal friends. One of those girls whispered an idea, a thought into Miranda's head. I don't remember which one, or why they even thought it was agood idea. The whole group spent a few days in the library. Looking over books and things. At the time I had no idea what they were planning, I did as I was instructed carried books and tea trays as needed because in my mind this kept me from being sent back to the market. Miranda never really cared for the mild tricks and dances I had been taught. She wanted a magical servant who could make things appear from nowhere and impress her friends like no other. Somehow this lead to the crystals. Her father really should have put them in a more secure place. In Miranda's mind tho, one of these sources would make me a magical servant. And her father had two, so he wouldn't miss one. To this day we speculate how I survived the fusion. It was incredibly painful and difficult. Many had attempted to fuse with a source before with no success. Most people died in the process....but most of those attempts were done by single practitioners trying to live forever. Jokes on them I guess. I don't remember anything peculiar about that day. Miranda and 3 of her friends had managed to tie me down in her father's dungeon. I remember her reading from a book and the painful splitting of my ribs. But the actual fusion is lost to me. Miranda said she thought it had failed, I appeared dead. I remember seeing everything around me at the time, the smell of that damp place. And then burning. I wanted to scream and escape the pain. I remember snapping a restraint. And blood. When her father came to investigate my howls he found 4 terrified girls and me bearly coherent tied to a rack, blood all over. Miranda almost immediately told him what she had done. He had looked so confused. She and her friends sobbed the whole story to him. I think he was torn at the time, so many mixed emotions. Pride that his daughter had done something so many others had failed trying to do, anger that a very rare magical artifact was now fused with a slave, compassion to his scared daughter. I give him his credit, he didn't yell. Not once. It has been so long since that day. And it took me a long time to understand what a truly happend to me. Nothing has ever been able to remove this crystal. Not men or gods. And believe me both have tried. I fear I will live long enough to watch every star die.