Jordan

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Jordan by Morigan

I was told that my twin and I were happy and carefree as children like many are in youth but those memories are gone. I also was told that my mother was a great beauty of the village and that my twin and I look much like her. My sister is light as I am dark in beauty. My father was a farmer, a good provider til the three seasons of drought brought his ruin. He was unable to feed his small family and when the taxman came, he was forced into a fateful decision. His choices were to lose his farm and his family be thrown into debtor's prison or to sell his daughters to the slave merchant. He chose the later. I often dream away the hours, imagining how my life would had been if he had choosen differently. There was no fanfare in our leaving or arriving to out new home. I hardly remember it except for the feeling of excitment due to riding on a horse for the first time. The place we were delivered to was like a palace to us. Large, marble structure with many rooms and fountains. I later found out that this was just the female slave quarters and the only place I would see for many years. My sister and I were well taken care of, taught the rules and that obedience was mandatory. Years passed, we were trained together in the art of pleasure, til the day of seperation. That day burns within my heart as if it were yesterday. When we had reached the age of sixteen cycles we were shown to and tested by our future master. If we pleased our master we were to be marked, branded, of his mark. That night was filled with anticipation and dread all mixed together but we both fared well and pleased him, Lord Anwar. The next day we were marked. I went first and was branded with his mark in two spots on my body. My reaction to this apparently scared my twin for she fared even worse. As a result of her marking she was deemed unfit and seperated from me forever. I was not given a chance to mourn her leaving for I was quickly swepted into the world of pleasure and servitude. When I had gain the position of of favorite, my master sent me away to the school of Mistress Anna, where I would receive more training. I was to be trained in the warrior arts at this school but I was not there for very long. I had met a man named Cedric and he pleaded with my master for my freedom. Lord Anwar grew tired of this and held an auction to rid himself of me and I was sold to Cedric. My freedom was granted me and I was given a taste of something I had never dreamed of or wanted. Time passed and the concepts of freedom and love escaped me and slipped through my fingers. I had lost my master and Cedric and was alone. While wondering the land I came upon the city of Rivendell and met Roland Deschain. He knew of my master, Lord Anwar, and would help me obtain a viewing with him. Upon our conversation, it was agreeded upon that his Lordship would not want me back and that freedom did not suit me well. Roland agreed to become my master and I was contented.

Through my service to Roland I was made his ghoul yet he would not become his childe, for this was not to my temperment. I needed to be of the clan of Toreodor and through Roland I met Moriganna, my sire. My body holds another mark, tis the mark of a rose with five thorns and I wear it proudly.