Request - RoamingShadow

Never trust nice men who want to whisk you away. That is the advice I give you. It was stupid I know, but I wanted to do something with my life, I didn’t want to marry and have little hoity toity babies. I fell into the trap of all of us aristocrat girl who find themselves facing an arranged marriage. But most girls don’t deal with it by running strait into the depths of hell.


You know Selim yeah? He’s my brother,  or pride as they call him. Living in my little brother’s body. I remember the first time he turned to me after transforming

“Selim?” I could already see the difference in his eyes “Selim please”
“I am pride” he said his voice cool. “Thank you for the new body father I like it already” Long shadows extended from him. I didn’t think, Older sisters instinct.

“No Selim.” I rushed forward. This pride being grabed me.
“Shall I kill her father? No further use for her”
”Wait!” The one who was now calling himself greed spoke up. “She’s mine. My property. I claimed her.” For a moment I thought Pride was about to attack him but then he dropped me. My little brother droped me. I immediately tried calling to him, but a tattooed hand clamped over my mouth. I struggled till I heard a voice in my ear.  “Stop that girl I don’t want a possession so obviously stupid.”  That was enough. I had lost my little brother, my family, everything. I turned to him livid fists shaking an fury
“I –am-not-stupid. I am not your property.” This was worse then an arranged marriage. How I wish I’d taken it. I let a man and his buddies into my house that destroyed everything I ever know. I was stupid, but I would never admit that to these things.
“I will get my brother back and you will all pay” Greed Grinned.
“I like you, feisty.”  Perhaps I have a thing for not appreciating what I have until I’ve lost it. Greed was like that. Not that bad really, not compared to the rest of them, Then he was gone. They told me when he left them It was all I could do not to laugh in their face.  Then I realized what it meant for me. It’s been years since then. I am alive only because what’s left of my brother stays dormant if he knows I’m alive. But you can’t call this living. I’ve seen my first gray hair. Nothing has changed and this country is in horrible danger. If you find this note it means I succeeded in smuggling it out. If you find this stranger know that beneath your feel is the doom of your country. The promised day is approaching. The supplements they are giving me to slow my aging are wearing down.  Spread the rumor. Tell everyone you know. Only don’t say its source and say you heard it for someone else or they will kill both of us. Please ask them to come for me. I want only one thing. To see my real brother again.