He is alive.

     You can never believe in a million years whom I saw in the arena. I saw the woman Faustine. And not three ehn later. I saw my Master. No. not the kennel Master or Dagon. But Tarm. He was wrapped in chains. The chains of a slave. He had several marks on his back like he had seen more of the whip then he had carred to. He is owned. By a woman no less and forced to work in the salt mines of Kilma. Can you believe my Master has fallen slave? He tried to make me leave his feet. For mine and his own safety Im sure. But he tried to push me away. I told him I would not go. Hell I was even already plotting the demise of this woman who owned him. Maybe I could find Viper... and he would bite her for me. He is someone else I miss. The little bugger but let us not get off course. I was not sure it could even be him, until he took me in his arms and kissed me like I had dreamed of being kissed for moons. I could of died there on the spot the happiest slave. But then he left me there. He was getting called by the guardsmen sent for him. I wanted to shoot them both in the back with a cross bow or something. My Master is Tarm of Ar. A man who fought bravely for his city for years upon years. A man I love, and would die for three times over. He is strong and brave and valiant and honorable. He does not deserve to be a slave. Im sure one day he will tell me the story of how he became such. Until then I will wait near the arena when time allows and wait to see him if only to watch him pass.

Dreams are made of this..

     I havent had a dream like this in a very very long time. I think it was brought on by the inquirie of sale by the Master from the compound. I dreamt of my warrior. My Master.. Tarm. But in my dream he wore heavy chains of bondage and a hood over his head. He wore heavy scars from a whip and shackles. He was not " My Master " he was a slave. I often thought it a possibility that this could very well be the reason he had left me. There were men, or women with more money and power to exact their will over a man as strong willed and bodied as my Msater and they made of him a slave. In part I wish it were true, because that would mean he was alive. But on second thought, that would mean he was a slave.. and could no longer be my Master. At the end of my dream... like always, we are together as we used to be. In eachothers arms, content and reveling in some happy afterglow. I only wish it were true...

     The kennel Master and one of the City slavers have decided I will be sold to Dagon. I hope he will be a Master that will be able to help me climb out of this whole I have been in since the disapearing of my Master.

The book found

     I thought I had lost this book for good. But in the course of traveling to my former Masters home to retreive some slave bells and other prizes from past dance contests, I found my book. The pages have faded to nothingness, but I will start new here. Thee is alot to be said, and to have this book is wonderful because I don't have friends. Paga was my friend, and she is gone now. I miss her. Anyway.. I'll be writing often so be prepared.