To whomever receives this journal. Please learn from it as I have in the writing of it.
Waking up from birds was something I was used to, just NOT these kinds. These birds were huge... like pterodactyl huge. I would learn they were tarns later. The noise they made were almost deafening, at least to me. One not used to such sounds would react thus, more than one accustomed to it.
Feeling the straw beneath my body, and the chain on my leg reminded me I was no longer on Earth. How or why would be told to me soon, I hoped. I just knew from the terra and fauna this was not my home world. The tree's had colors I'd not seen before, in shades almost unreal. Everything seemed almost larger than ones of them I’ve gazed at before.
Birds of most unusual shapes darted about. Like hummingbirds.... graceful and sleek but of a different form than one from Earth. Various creatures dotted the landscape. I strained against the chains to glimpse what I could of this unusual place.
The three moons that night confirmed it. When we made our next stop at the nearest city, I saw them. Three luminous globes hanging in the sky. Things were similar to Earth, yet so different. Lovely still it was to see. The people I saw in the city looked almost like a mixture of Egyptians and Native Americans. A market was our goal. I was to be assessed in value and sold to the highest bidder.
There were Lords, Tradesmen, and Nomads... so many ranks a titles flew in the air. I was amazed to see such a mixture in one place. I was hopeful one would be kind and desire a simple girl such as me.
From what I’d gathered almost all woman were slaves. In one form or another. From observations during our travel I’d noticed slaves, in a way had more value and were more desired than that of a free woman. Though slavery should have been a horrible concept to me, the way of the slaves seemed acceptable, if one could learn an improve oneself.
I have accepted my fate, that of a slave. I would make the best of it as it seemed to not be such a bad lot. The Masters (all men were called Masters I was told) would be fair and good if you did as was required. Most seemed honorable and respected. I would not be so bad, possible most enjoyable to be a slave, a Kajira. If I ever end up back on earth, I would seek a Master, I rather liked being owned... though at first seemed revolting and scary. Yes, I was a slave at heart with the desire to serve. I would do my best and hope to end up with a caring Master.
That’s all for now. Will write more when allowed paper and ink again. I have to earn them each week. This one seeks to be the best kajirae she can be, making a Master proud to own her.
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What If I Was On GOR
By Dea/Pink