Her Story begins before she was even born it seems,the life of this soon to be artist already cursed or blessed whatever the kings seem to see fit...Her mother was a beautiful woman,curvaceous with flowing red hair,a artist as she is now,Her Father a strong warrior with deep golden amber eyes, Yet he doesn't come into her life until much later...He went away on a trip to trade and such,Mom was pregnant with Tia at the time and couldn't go because she was near time to bring this new woman into the world..so Dad kissed her and went to the markets...the sweet woman went about her usual duties of the day unknowing that she was being watched...A loud crash was heard at the door of their keep..when she went to investigate..she walked right into his trap...the band of outlaws had who they wanted...the keep burned to the ground and all was taken including her pregnant mother...her only hope was she would be sold in the markets and one may release her..but one of the outlaws took a fancy to her and took her to his hidden cottage within the forests,he ko'lared her there and made her a slave...days moved quickly for my Mother during those times..she had one friend another kettle slave named nealia that brought her bread and cared for her when the mean outlaw was away...it was one of those times, the night she brought Me into this world...It was a quiet eve..only a few crickets could be heard,Her labor was long and rough but after 10 ahn's the Lady Tiaraa Zheel was brought into the darkness of the room..wailing from what mom had told me,and quickly hushed..Mom knew that if the outlaw found she had delivered me..he would take me and sell me...so she and nea tried to hide me for a time,with no avail..i was found by him in my basket beneath the cupboards in the servery while mom cleaned and cooked....she begged him not to sell me but to keep me instead..He decided to hold me over her head...and from that day on she was no longer a kettle slave but instead his pleasure slut..if she disobeyed i would be killed or sold..i was the way he kept her in place and he used me well...i grew up quickly,my Mom still allowed to help raise me which she was thankful for..the outlaw even seemed to like me..the day i turned five was the day i found who i truly was..it was a boring day sitting inside..i was supposed to be keeping the outlaw company because he was bored..so i started to draw upon a window that had some dust upon it..wasn't my best work..but it was art well beyond a five year olds skill...the man saw that i was a natural artist...and went to buy me my very first sketching tools...which i took with glee...my days were spent drawing as others were cleaning and working around me...constantly under the watchful eye of the outlaw...my art was my way out of the horror around me...my Mom beaten and treated harshly nightly by the man that only seemed to like me...ten years of this had passed i was fifteen when my life took another major turn...the outlaw was very drunk one eve...had just beaten my mother..and came after me..i can still smell the paga on his breath,the feel of his strong grip upon my arm..his words that to this day haunt me..."this night i will teach you to be a woman Tia". He liked my exotic beauty he said,and that he would treat me right...that i was better then some little slut..he would make me his and keep me by him...i was dragged to his chambers..kicking and screaming..this man was the only one i knew as a father...not a lover not even close..he sickened me...the doors slammed shut and locked behind us as we entered his chambers..i could hear my mom screaming and banging upon the door...but as i have said i may be cursed or charmed..because my innocence was not lost that eve...the man had too much paga and passed out cold...lucky for me...i pulled my arm from his large hand and unlocked the door..running into my mom's arms...her words were soft.."ahh my precious Tia you are no longer safe here...you leave tonight...But where will i go Momma?...To the city of Ar...seek out your true father...this will help you and he find each other"...a gold bracelet was placed upon my wrist..two urth hummingbirds upon it..i kissed my mom goodbye that night...i will never know what happened to her...a small pack of food and my drawing tools slung over my back..my journey began......

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Part 2

I made my way through the forest carefully,my steps quiet praying to the priest kings that none would find me..a lost woman..not a child..but not fully grown either..my life already having been mainly sheltered because the outlaw didn't want any to see me..every step i took in the forests that night was made with caution and fear that he would find me..or even worse..some animal or man..but none did...i made my way to Ar and got there safely...the streets were busy as always..and i was very lost..not daring to step into a tavern or anywhere that i may be grabbed..so i took shelter in a alley for a few days,perhaps it was weeks..the time always passing quickly as i sketched...and found that my art could be bought...i sold many sketches daily..with the gold and silver i was given i bought robes without tears, a cloak to keep warm and food to keep me healthy,when slavers passed i hid,when FW passed i drew...that was my life..but the one thing i craved was to find my Father..one eve i was feeling a bit brave and stepped inside a tavern...The noise within one of merriment..my own movements very quiet as i moved to some furs and settled as a proper FW....i can still remember how my heart was beating madly inside..it took all i had not to run..i was scared of being grabbed or worse...The men were so much bigger then i..and the slave girls running about..giggling and serving...i hoped none noticed me..but one did..a large man..his voice deep yet kind...he watched me for a few moments as i sat there drawing...then approached me...I looked up quickly and then back down again..my thoughts whirling,my body stiffening as i thought..ok Tia this is it..your gonna get nabbed...the only weapon i owned was my writing stick..so i hoped that would do..i gripped it hard as he crouched before me...Yet he didn't nab me..instead he spoke kindly...'Tal lady may i join you?" i simply nodded...too afraid to say no to him anyway..i figured he was drunk and i could run if he tried..."Your eyes are familiar child...do you have a name?" my voice was soft "my name is Tia Sir...ahh a very lovely name" he said...My nerves were shot at this point..i wasn't about to ask him what he wanted that would have led to all sorts of trouble..so instead i reached up to grab a passing kettle girl...that..but he did so with love...i was taught to read and to write...my days were no longer spent cold and alone..but warm and with a family..my Father had a companion named Kiri...and she was sweet...his slaves tended to my every need...my supplies bought for me to paint and sculpt...i went about my daily things carefree and content...went to taverns at times to draw..gardens and waterfalls...i was safe and had two guards behind me at all times to assure that fact...it was on one the days i was in a tavern sketching that i met my first love....I was nearly sixteen and i didn't know anything about courting...but i did know that this man drew me in...i sketched him as he stood against the wall...dark and hidden within the shadows...i was the only one who watched him...others were doing their best to stay as far from him as possible..he was feared...this tall..large,Killer....but not by me...not by a long shot..i was attracted to him like a moth to the flame...he spotted me as i watched him while i sketched..his voice was only above a whisper..."why do you stare at me woman.....I..I..am drawing you Sir...would you like to see?"...with that he approached and crouched by me to look at his likeness upon my page..something near to a smile crossed his dark features and he nodded at my skill..." do you have a name artist?....Tiaraa Zheel is my name...Well met Tiaraa...i am Zaruul" His name flowed through me like a soft wave....and we became friends i guess....one day he took me for a walk...and i spoke my feelings to him..this man..this dark killer...he said he had fell for me as well...that night is one i will never forget...he took me that night and showed me the arts i have never felt..he made love with me...to me it was meant to happen i was his intended...and it was right...after our night together he walked me home...that was the last time i saw him for a very long time...his excuse...i need time to think.....my heart was shattered..but i somehow moved on.....you see..the kings were far from done with me...others came in and out of my life..only courters..nothing or no-one really special...until one day this tall man came into my life..he had flaming red hair like my own..and we got along pretty well...he was no killer..but he had honor..and my Father liked him...his name was Cyan SteelBladez....we were joined in front of family and friends..and once again i found happiness...or so i thought...Cyan had a mean side to him..and he thought to put me in my place or where ever he thought my place was supposed to be...I was with child during one of the times he thought to do such...i was told to speak my mind to one who had beaten his five year old in my presence so i did...Cy didn't like my words..and told me to shut up..without thinking i said no...was a mistake because with that he dragged me home..i was very pregnant at the time..he didn't care..he tossed me on some furs..and started screaming...i didn't want to stay and argue as we had done daily...so i stood up and walked towards the door..only to get away to let him cool off...this only enraged him and he grabbed me once more..roughly and dragged me to a slave post where he chained me up...it was then i suffered my greatest insult...Zaruul walked in...and defended Cyan..they argued over who would ko'lar me...a artist and a very pregnant one at that....Zaruul got the honors..and a ko'lar was placed about my throat as i stood there fully dressed and veiled...and crying my heart out..it was left there for only a moment..not even locked..i was told this was to teach me my place and what could happen if i didn't listen...i didn't care..my heart was shattered again..Zaruul left and Cyan walked to his furs..left me hanging there by my wrists crying..my hands were numb and i could feel the blood dripping from my wrists...my stomach hurt badly..and he didn't care...after a time he unshackled me...and then left the House...i couldn't stay there any longer...the contract had been broken by the ko'lar...and i knew that...but i stayed a couple more days to try to work things out...it never happened..Cyan packed up his slaves and abandoned me as i carried his child.....again i was lost and alone...my father and Kiri had both disappeared...i was eighteen and on my own...it was then that i met another killer...he swore to protect me and we became close..his name was Pen or Death Penalty....He introduced me to his brothers MarFoir and Toll...and in my eyes it was at that moment my life had really started...i was taken into Mar's House..as their artist...and i found a place where i felt like i belonged....Cyan was gone..and i had a home so in my eyes i was doing pretty well...one eve while i was out with Pen..my son decided he was going to come into the world with a bang...my labor was very quick..and friends were about...on that warm night Osiris Varius Markov Zheel was born...i had never been happier in all my life..his first name came from Pen...His second was my own thoughts..Markov from CrassusPug...one who had taken me as his child for a time...and Zheel after my Father....my happiness nearly taken from me as Cyan decided to show...but Osir to this day still remains by my side...Cyan abandoned us..and gave up all rights to him....He tried a few times to take him..but Mar and Toll wouldn't allow it...i owe my life and my happiness to them both..and hope that someday i can repay all they have done...after Pen disappeared..i met another killer...i had never been lucky in love...every time i tried i was hurt or betrayed..but this one was different..His name was Savous....we met rather oddly..i was walking in the forest one day and fell into a sleen pit he had dug...he toyed with me and teased me as i sat at the bottom...but then pulled me out...we spent our days and nights together after that chance meeting and were joined...i was happy once more and deeply in love..Savous was all i needed...but again..my curse..or the kings humor whichever it may be..took him from me...he disappeared and i later found he had died...again i was alone..his death hit me hard and rendered my heart cold...i would never love again..i didn't wish love...it hurt too deeply or betrayed in my eyes....so i put myself deeper into my work and raising my son..any man that showed interest was abruptly pushed away...i wouldn't chance love again at least so i thought....until the day i met what i see now as my soulmate...the tavern was near empty this day..no slaves about to serve...and i was drawing quietly as i normally do..it was then that i heard the sweetest whisper i will ever hear...it was more of a mutter..but sweet to my ears all the same...a Killer had entered and had none to serve him...he wasn't very happy at having to serve himself so i spoke to him...asked him what he wished and fetched it..then i joined him upon his furs..we spoke for what seemed hours...of everything..we sparred and he showed me how to fire a crossbow..as Toll had once tried to do..and i fell deeply in love with him...and he with me..this man this Killer...he was all i ever needed in this harsh world..his name ThaScarred...he is my intended now we have been through quite a bit together already..but what i most remember is when he asked me to be his companion..his voice gone from a throat slash..his words written upon paper and with them my heart unfrozen..nearly losing him is what woke me up..and i will stay by his side until the cities take us both....and this is where my story comes to a end for now..and yes i mean for now..because one never knows what the kings will do next...there are many i didn't mention in this story..but will mention now...Padisharv...My friend..and my brother..a man who has been here for me..and for that i will always spoil him as best i can as any little sister would do.....my angel she is my en-girl and has cared for me since Osir was born,my ryan,my ian,my drk,and now my new girl kai....and of course shay she has been my light during my darkest times..made me smile when i cried and cared for me when i was ill...i know Shar is proud to have one like her....i hope all enjoy reading my story..i put all i am into it..and will add as more happens in my life..until then..be well...

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