• Prologue


    The last thing i remember was watching my mother and father being slain in front of me. I watched helplessly as the white men held the shiny black object to each of their heads, and I heard the loud "BANG" echo through my village. I saw the blood flowing from their heads as their limp bodies fell against the hard dirt floor. Eyes staring at me.

    I cried as they carried my younger brother, sister and i in chains to a large boat. The rest of the children of my village had gone through and seen the same torture as me. We had all watched them burn our home to the ground.

    Who am I? You may ask. I am Beauty. I am the one who speaks out for my people and the horrors they have suffered. My mother gave me the name Beauty on the night of my birth. She told me that my eyes were the color of the night sky and that she saw Beauty written in the stars. Now that i think of my mother, I cry for her, I cry to hear her voice.

    I sit with my younger siblings and hold them tightly, I feel their tears wetting my gown. I fear for them and for the horrors they may face. I do not know where this boat is taking us, but I feel in my heart that the worst is yet to come.



    Chapter 1


    I looked up from staring at my bare feet after i noticed the white man pointing at me and yelling out in a large i didn't understand. I looked at my younger brother and sister who were horrified and stared at me for hope. I smiled weakly and saw he was pointing at me as well. "SOLD!!" he shouted and I knew we were leaving like the other people of my village.

    A white man approached me. He was tall and pale. He had rough looking hands slightly muscular arms and looked to be close to my father's age mid 30's maybe. I stared at him curiously as he stretched his hand out and gestured to a wagon.

    When I realized he wanted to make us get in the wagon. I told my siblings in out native tongue. We slowly approached the wagon , I began to climb in first when suddenly i felt it again and realized the white man was hitting me. I quickly withdrew from the wagon and fell to my knees as I cried for him to stop. When the hitting ceased, I looked up to discover he wanted us to walk behind the wagon on foot.

    My sister, Ninfa, and brother Hades, cried all the way to the white man's home. I finally managed to calm them just as we approached the large home hoping to receive food and water. The man took us to the back of the house which had rows and rows of cotton, wheat, and tobacco. He introduced us to another white female who smirked at us as if disgusted. She walked over to me and pulled on my arm muscle. Then she spoke loudly enough that it startled me.

    " You will address me as Mistress. Zealand do you understand?" she spoke loudly and clearly. I stared at her. Suddenly in a swift movement she slapped me hard across the face. I shrieked in pain at the unexplainable strike and tears filled my eyes. She repeated herself , hitting me numerous times until i got it right. The same lesson had been taught to each of my siblings who weeped uncontrollably each time she strikes on of them. Suddenly a boy around my age walked out of the house. I caught a slight glimpse of him before lowering my head. The woman turned and spoke to him calmly and he strode off looking back only for a second to show the curiosity in his eyes. He was staring at me.



    Chapter 2 coming may 22