Why do we take things for granted in this world of ours she thought. she was not being treated badly yet she still yearn to leave. but a passing.. she could not leave him.. she knew of the comfort he had given her the least she could do is return the favor. yes she thought.. i will return the kindness he has done unto me and when the debt is re-payed then ill leave she thought to herself.

she looked down at her hand still as soft as the day she got here. she was not put to hard work she was treated so kindly. she kneeled beside her bed and picked up a small shard of glass. "by this blood i give willing to the gods i wish to bring only good fortune and love to the man born to the name Quintus and to stay in this place and serve until the debt of my being is re-payed" she sliced a cut in her hand deep letting the blood drip to the floor then held her hand close to her as a tear shed for his father a whisper of good and safe passage to the after life left her lips.