Well, I decided to do something new in my work, I decided to write a story. The idea itself just arose in February when I did not post any work. But this is not an ordinary story, I put in something original and good. Yes, maybe I'm not the best writer, but the story turned out to be good. The art itself was made in the middle of the month, which was good, but there was a significant problem, the story was only partially written and not finished. As a result, I left the work itself and wanted to finish everything to the end, and it seems that I succeeded. There is only one condition, the story is just beginning and seeing any changes is almost imperceptible. I hope you enjoy the launch of a new story and characters that will be part of my future work and stories, maybe even comics.



This was another hot day in the desert as a slight wind blew, causing the sand to move like waves in the wind. The sky was particularly clear and blue on this day and felt like the air had a special kind of shine to it, making it difficult to look away from. The desert was like a lunar landscape, shimmering with sand dunes and rocks. It was endless, sand was everywhere and nowhere, everything was pale, dim and endless. No sound broke the silence, except for the whisper of sand in the dunes. She was silent and boring, like the very landscape in which she existed. The silence was broken when the settlers built their civilization on the sands. They built great sandstone structures that shone in the fervent sun and reflected the light to the sky. It seems that civilization has taken over the desert: there was no more dust, there was no more silence, and there was no more emptiness and lifelessness that once existed. So the abundance of silence, darkness, and oblivion of the desert was broken when civilization came and sheltered this silent place. Their capital was a grand oasis-city located in an area with rich water-sources. It was an incredibly wealthy city and civilization.


The city was famous for its beautiful architecture and artistic works. The residents were known for their skilled artisans and engineers. The city was home to many great universities and schools that taught knowledge of the natural world and science. The civilization was strong and powerful, and their empire spanned vast areas of desert. They ruled over their domain with a firm but fair hand, and their people were happy and prosperous. The city was bustling with life. Moving people were visible everywhere, the voices and shouts of local residents filled the place with noise. The current of the nearby river amplified the noise, filling the city with a sense of calm. The river flows along the edges of the city, creating a sense of order in the hands that created the streets and roads. The market was bustling with activity — people came and went, haggling for the best price and looking for the best goods. The streets were filled with people moving from one merchant to another—some browsing their wares, others carrying goods to their new homes. There was a lot of activity everywhere, workers went about their business hurrying and choking on sand. The city was bustling with trade, and everyone seemed to be happy with their work. The atmosphere was infectious and it was easy to forget about the surrounding desert and enjoy the hustle and bustle of this thriving city.


There was something else on the outskirts of this capital, something that complemented it in a huge way - an abundance of flower beds and plantations that stretched far ahead. The slaves on these plantations work tirelessly, day and night. Their masters are cruel and harsh, and the slaves are forced to work as much as possible for little to no pay. The conditions on the plantations are harsh and the slaves' work is back-breaking, but if they slack off or disobey their masters, they will be punished harshly.



The slaves work on these plantations in a variety of ways. The most common labor is to work the fields, tilling and planting the crops while the supervisors watch them from afar. The most prized slaves are the ones who have been trained in more advanced skills such as metalworking, masonry, or woodcrafting. A trained slave can be very valuable and may be trusted with more complicated tasks, but may also be punished severely if caught stealing from the storehouses or damaging their equipment. The slaves have little hope of ever being freed, and their masters care little about their well-being so long as they continue to bring in profits.


A lonely crocodile slave worked on one of these plots of land, her name is Octavia, she is quite thin and exhausted. Her hands move cautiously, performing seemingly chaotic gestures as she works the ground with a hoe. Eyes were tired and haggard, as if she would collapse to the ground in an hour. The air is stuffy and still, and the sun is burning directly on her naked skin. Her eyes were heavy and downcast, and it was clear that she was exhausted and overworked. Despite this, Octavia remained steadfast and silent, as if she had accepted her fate and knew that there was no salvation. But she kept working, doing her job diligently and thoroughly. She knew that survival depended on her master, and she would not disappoint him. She would keep working, hour after hour, day after day, until he was satisfied with her efforts. Nevertheless, she continues to work on the land, doing everything in her power to please her master and avoid his cruel treatment. She can only hope that her hard work will be rewarded, or at least give her some relief from the oppressive conditions of her slave life. She has dark green rough, sunburned skin, full of dry, cracked layers. It seems to be the result of a life full of hardships and years spent under the unforgiving sun. The tail dragged along the ground, leaving behind a dusty trail of mud, which was easily fluttered by the wind. Moving slowly and carefully on solid ground, he looked more like a snake ready to strike than an innocent creature. She has a long and thin muzzle and sharp teeth that are barely covered by her lips. She has small eyes the color of blue sky and clear water. She has thin and long arms. She looks thin and emaciated, but despite this, her muscles stand out because of work. She is dressed in ragged, careless clothes that almost do not cover her from the scorching sun, leather bandages are fixed on her hips due to wounds and bruises. Her thick black hair was tied with a cloth bandage so that it would not interfere with her work.


She staggered away from her work and walked over to a lonely stone. Taking a flask of water, she drank greedily. Her throats were slow and monotonous, I wanted to catch that brief moment of relief and enjoyment of this moisture. Feeling dizzy from the relentless heat, she leaned on her instrument, continuing to drink without stopping. Her thirst did not subside, but she knew that she was allocated very little water. After refreshing her dry but dirty throat from the sand, she moistened her hands and part of her face. Closing the flask, she pressed it to her head, and her gaze froze on the distant desert dunes.



Her thoughts were hazy and confused, her head was spinning wildly without any relief. Her eyes were looking at the vast desolate plains in the distance, looking for something, but finding nothing. She sighed loudly, letting her eyes close. It had been a long day and she was exhausted. But she had no choice but to continue her work, fearing what might happen if she didn't. She knew that her fate and the fate of her people depended on her work. And so she went on, her body aching with pain and fatigue. After many hours of continuous work, she finished. The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, painting the deserted city in pink and orange tones. Rays of light rolled down from many stone buildings and walls, and shadows spread across the city, signaling the imminent approach of night.


The last rays of the sun slowly descend on the rocky plains. The sky turned a bright orange hue, with dark streaks of pink and gold all over the cloudless landscape. The desert air was cool and fresh, but dry and dusty. A calm light breeze blows over the sand dunes, the sun is preparing for sunset, and the stars begin to twinkle in the sky. The desert dunes were silent, a light breeze rustled the sand. Then the silence is broken by a sound, a faint clatter of hooves in the distance. The sound quietly approaches until it is next to Octavia. She turns around and sees a bull in front of her, silent but strong. His hooves hit the ground hard as he walked, and his horns were sharp and smooth. In his strong hands he held a thin rope and a club.

Waving, he put his hand on her shoulder,"Croc, well, that's it for today, hands forward," she hurriedly obeyed and in an instant her hands were tied. He gave Octavia a little push, and they both walked away towards the big building.


The majestic and luxurious villa sat high above the sands of the desert. It's stone masonry walls gleamed in the sunlight, their elegant arcs and columns decorated with the finest of gold. The spacious interior rooms were filled with beautiful decor and fine tapestries, while exotic foreign plants adorned the lush gardens outside. The entire estate was a testament to the wealth and power of it's owner, a rich and influential merchant who traded exotic and rare commodities from far away lands.


The inside of the villa was filled with luxurious furniture and ornaments, with fine wooden bookshelves and comfortable couches. The walls were decorated with golden frames filled with beautiful artwork, depicting scenes of lush landscapes and elegant figures. The windows were made of glass, looking out to the expanse of the desert plains, stretching on into the horizon. The villa was a haven of luxury and beauty, a place to get away from the harshness of the desert and enjoy the comforts of a rich and influential lifestyle. Inside the villa there were beautiful corridors decorated with shining and bright lamps. The flame inside the lamps cast a warm, cozy light, adding to the atmosphere of luxury and comfort. Octavia walked slowly through the corridors, looking at beautiful jewelry and art objects, she could not get enough of these decorations. She wanted to touch and feel all these decorations in order to feel the pleasure of the moment at least for a moment. Her nose twitched nervously and an alluring subtle smell came from somewhere that asked to be felt. The smell led from a slightly ajar door leading straight to a huge kitchen. From the room came various sounds of knocking and rattling of various dishes, footsteps that did not stop. Conversations and discussions can be heard while the cooks were stirring and turning over different dishes. She heard and felt it all, and she was very fascinated by so many different refined smells of fried, sour, sweet. Her mouth immediately began to salivate and her tongue began to lick her lips nervously, but she was only able to swallow saliva several times so as not to torment herself.


Octavia felt her stomach growl at the smell of freshly cooked food. The sound of sizzling meat and vegetables, the aroma of fresh bread, the delicious smell of boiling soup—all this made her stomach growl with hunger. She hadn't eaten all day and felt empty in her stomach when she walked past the kitchens. Her stomach rumbled again, loudly and insistently demanding food, but even looking at it all, she understood that she would not get it.


"Come in, don't linger! Don't keep him waiting," the bull exclaimed, his gaze serious and restrained.


After leading him into a small room, he stopped next to two other guards. Pointing to Octavia, the bull ordered to guard her until the owner came here, they obediently nodded and blocked the room from the exit with their strong bodies. Yes, Octavia may not be so weak, but in such a worse state for herself, it would be impossible to escape. The very thought haunted her, and for a long time, but her possible plans and tricks did not lead to anything significant. The host's security was carefully selected so that uninvited guests and subjects did not think about the bad. She just wants to look at the multicolored gilded walls and flowers in the room and sigh. After ten minutes spent in the room, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps, so soft and quiet. Opening the doors, the guards parted, stood at attention and hid their weapons. Octavia, who was looking around the room, shifted her gaze when she heard the sound. She expected a completely different picture, but not this one.


The slender jackal entered the room with a quiet and stealthy grace. His fur was as black as night, with glittering highlights that shimmered in the light. His figure was tall and lean, with a long muzzle and sharp teeth, and his eyes shone with confidence and wit. The light clothes were made of fine fabric embroidered with delicate golden patterns. It was a light and comfortable suit, perfect for the warm desert climate. The materials were expensive and luxurious, and the craftsmanship was exquisite. The jackal obviously carefully chose the best materials and the most skilled craftsmen for his outfit, and this testified to his taste and wealth. His gaze was sharp and penetrating, and his presence inspired respect and attention. His gaze was calm and penetrating, taking in everything he saw: furniture and decorations, lighting, and above all Octavia herself.

"Yeah, now everything is clear," his voice was calm and sweet, "I expected that the owner was not in place again, which is not surprising."


Ignoring the guards, he walked up and examined Octavia from head to toe. His gaze smoothly shifted from serious to calm or even cheerful, a smile appeared in his muzzle revealing his sharp teeth,"I didn't seem to expect guests in my visit, but I'm glad that I see one of the submitted ones. Your name is Octavia, I suppose?"


Seeing that it wasn't the owner, her gaze remained self-confident, "Yes, you're right. And who are you? One of his pathetic merchants who wanted wealth?"


"Mmm...And you feel that dislike for such personalities. My name is Badru,"approaching her, he stroked her shoulders and back with his hands with smooth movements,"Don't think so badly of me, I do the job just like you, only we are at different levels."Yes, but you probably never felt what we really feel, and you won't understand," she moved away and crossed her arms over her chest, "I realized a long time ago that you are only kind at first glance, and even more cruel." The jackal just showed a slight grin and giggled, "Hehe, you know, in a sense, you're definitely right," he poked himself with his index finger right into himself,"But you're obviously wrong about me,croc, I'm kind by nature. I can say I admire your answer."His movements were smooth and soft, he did not allow any feelings of violence or teasing even with her. The black tail kept waving from side to side, clearly showing that he was not showing malice, but even curiosity. Octavia appreciated his kindness, but there was clearly something darker and more mysterious in his appearance.


"Yes, you are clearly already spoiled by such an unfair life, aren't you? I'm sorry that I may have offended you, but I don't have in any case yet there is no way to allow the filed, as you can see I'm looking for money myself," he nodded slightly and went towards the exit, taking a last look,"It's getting pretty late so I'm thinking of leaving, goodbye Octavia! I think you will remember, but words sometimes like magic can greatly affect everything."


When Badru finished speaking, he left the room, his footsteps could only be heard echoing through the corridors. Realizing that their sweet conversation was over, she sat down on one of the benches, leaned against the cold wall and looked at the floor. She was lost in her thoughts again, but at least the conversation was calm for her. For such statements, he would have been beaten up long ago or would have been locked in his room. Her stomach suddenly rumbled again, knocking her out of her thoughts, but she was already used to it, she had been used to it for a long time. Soon, the Bull Guard rushed in and opened the massive doors leading to the hall of his master's house. Inside was a luxurious room filled with gold and precious stones, richly decorated furniture and magnificent decorations. The walls were hung with elegant tapestries, and the floors were covered with plush carpets. There were majestic columns and intricate vaulted ceilings, and the whole space was flooded with golden light.

It was a room of unsurpassed beauty and luxury, ideal for receiving guests or holding grand celebrations. "Go croc!", she obediently got up from the bench and slowly walked into the hall. Octavia was not here for the first time, but in any case, the beauty of this place has always delighted and pleased the eyes. She approached the gentleman sitting at the head of the box surrounded by servants and courtiers. It was a short fox, the Owner seemed relaxed and comfortable, the atmosphere around him was full of luxury and grandeur. She knelt down respectfully in front of him, trying not to make a reservation and not look him in the eye. As a loyal subject and servant of the master, she knew that it was important to be obedient and show due respect.


The owner was a white fox of medium height, reclining on a luxurious sofa-chair with numerous pillows. He was dressed in luxurious clothes and exquisite jewelry, exuding a regal air of wealth and power. His fur was clean and beautiful, and his eyes were shrewd and insidious. The owner had a plump figure, rounded and soft in appearance. His fur was soft and silky, and his body was covered with a pillow of fat, which added to his overall look of luxury and enjoyment. Despite this, he still had a domineering air, and his mere presence was enough to be still a strong power. He was a dangerous man, and he couldn't be underestimated.

Paying attention to the crocodile, he sat up and smiled, "Ah, Octavia. I was waiting for you today when you finish work," waving a heavy hand, he asked one of the servants to give him a piece of paper, handing him a sheet, he examined it and looked at Octavia again.

"Is something wrong, sir?,"she raised her head, looking straight into his eyes, trying to understand his look. Yes, it is, and it concerns you just the same. Come closer," waving his hand smoothly, he beckoned her, she came as close as possible and sat down on her knees. Getting up from his seat, he walked around her stroking her dark lush hair. "Sir, can I ask you a question? What kind of jackal Badru wanted to come to you? He was waiting for you,"stopping, he scratched his chin and grinned,"This is one of the young merchants who wanted to cooperate with me. I like his beauty and approach to business, but so far his personality reminded me of a more rebellious character like mine before."


He walked up to the table, picked up a piece of paper again, read it with his eyes again, waved his hand,"You don't need to know more, especially since you will soon forget about me," showing the sheet face to her, he grabbed Octavia by the waist with a powerful grip. She twitched anxiously and looked at the leaf, the fox only now dared to see the reaction, "Oh, yes, this cute skinny body, and these muscles even with such a look. It's beautiful, it's so expensive."


"What the? What is this sheet with my name on it?" she took a look, and there was written detailed information about her, her skills and achievements.


"And as if you didn't immediately realize that it was you and your new price tag on you. Soon you will have another owner," he answered her and firmly grabbed her by the neck and shoulders,"You are very expensive due to your strength and muscles, you should not work on a miserable plantation. You can do harder work, you will go to the quarry to the same as you!"


He threw her to the floor with force and slowly walked to his seat. Octavia was shocked and offended that the fox threw her to the floor. She felt embarrassed and humiliated, and she couldn't believe that he would treat her like this for so many years. She was angry and offended by his cruel actions, emotions went off the scale endlessly. Her reactions were both emotional and intuitive, and her anger quickly turned to hatred and bitterness as she boiled over from his treatment of her. She cringed in pain as she lay on the floor, her mind momentarily clouded. She was filled with anger and embarrassment, she clenched her mouth and clenched her teeth. Octavia looked at him, frowning, and watched with fire in her eyes as he left. Gradually getting up from the cold floor, she carefully examined the things around him. The crocodile stopped feeling the danger, perhaps she understood the consequences, but she no longer cared. Realizing that while he is standing with his back to her, she can do everything abruptly and quickly, only this has a chance to finish everything. Her hands reached for the nearest object and, ceasing to tremble, she slowly approached it. The crocodile was persistent, and fear was no longer an obstacle, speeding forward, her arms raised above her head. A moment, and everything would be over, everything she had experienced over the years.


Waving her arms in the air, she didn't even shout or talk, but she didn't expect to turn around so suddenly. Octavia was violently grabbed by the neck and arms, she writhed even more in pain. She was lifted into the air by two guards who quickly ran from the entrance to the hall, she could only kick from discomfort. The fox was shocked by such an act on her part, and when he heard the sounds of her pain, he abruptly turned around. The fox face frowned with all its might, its teeth were clenched and bared, and its eyes were full of malice.

Approaching her, he tightly squeezed her long mouth, "You, you...I knew, I knew that you would be so smart and naive, believing that my death would be sweet for you. Oh, you shouldn't have done that, you naive creature!" he waved his heavy hand and slapped her with all his strength from himself. The croc did not resist, its body was shackled in the hands of the guards, it lost. After catching his breath, he reached his seat and flopped down on the soft pillows. His hands reached for the wine cup handed by the servant, after taking a few sips, he drained the cup, and his gaze began to change to a more calm one.


"Yes, maybe I really didn't regret that soon you will become just a bunch of money for me. You are a beast, a threat that wants to kill me at the first opportunity," he easily crumpled this paper in his hand and pointed his finger at the guards, ordering them to take her away, "Know dear, you are just another pile of gold for me, you are nobody!"

Two guards grabbed Octavia and dragged her to the exit of the hall, their grip was firm and ruthless. Her gaze was full of hopelessness and despair, and her expression was full of helplessness and defeat. While they were carrying her, Octavia just looked at the receding hall and corridors with resignation. She was stunned, unable to resist or fight back in any way, and she was completely at the mercy of the master and his servants.

The guards carried Octavia out of the building into the dark night. The air was cold and dry, and the darkness was thick and oppressive. There was a full and bright moon in the sky, and the stars were shining brightly. Her bare skin was exposed to the cold air, and she could feel the coolness of the night on her skin. She was scared and helpless in their grip, unable to do anything but wait for what would happen next. They walked through the dark streets of the city, their torches casting long shadows on the walls and buildings around them. They carried her down a long and dark street, past the houses of rich and influential people. The city was a dark and gloomy place, its narrow streets and alleys were filled with shadows and mystery. The guards carried her past hungry and desperate people who looked at her with envy and anger.


Finally, when they reached a lonely small building, they stopped. One of the guards took a bunch of keys from his belt, which rang from time to time when he walked. Opening the lattice door, they brought the crocodile inside. The slave building was a harsh and oppressive structure, its walls were made of cold stone and steel. It was a place of punishment and suffering, where those who offended the owner were sent to torture and execute. They led her down a long corridor, past rows of cages and cells filled with other enslaved creatures. Octavia's cell was tiny and barren, with nothing in it but a harsh iron cot and a small window to the outside world. It was a place of despair and anguish, where hope had long gone. The guards roughly pushed Octavia into her cell and shackled her legs with heavy shackles.

The chains were heavy and cold, and she could feel their weight on her skin. The only light source in the cell was a torch mounted on the wall, emitting a faint glow. The cell itself was bare and cold, with a small bed of rags and straw. Octavia was sitting on the bed in her cell, her back to the cold stone wall. She plunged into her thoughts and was left alone with her fears. She hadn't eaten in days, and her stomach was rumbling with hunger. The girl was looking out of a small window in its cell. The moon was hidden behind low-hanging clouds, and the stars were barely visible through the thick clouds. The wind was howling outside the window, and a cool breeze blew into Octavia's face through the tiny window slit. The night sky was beautiful in its own way, but at the same time it was cold and lonely. Thoughts and voices in her head did not give her peace, she thought, maybe she shouldn't have done this? This act could cost her everything, including her life, or the moment gave her a chance to get rid of the suffering and pain that the owner caused.


Octavia finally managed to fall asleep, and she was sleeping restlessly on her bunk. Her dreams were dark and strange, and she woke up several times during the night. The rising sun over the sand dunes was a beautiful sight. The light cast a golden glow on the desert and its vast expanses, and the morning light was beautiful and charming. Finally, when the first rays of light appeared over the horizon, she woke up and simply removed unnecessary thoughts and looked at the ceiling of the cell. Octavia watched the sun rise above the horizon and felt a sense of calm and hope. The night was long and difficult, but the morning light was a welcome sight for her tired eyes. She sat up and stretched, her body sluggish from a long and terrible night that she would remember for a long time. The daylight through the tiny window was weak and dim, but it was enough for her to see a little better in her cell. Standing up, the crocodile made several movements in order to stretch her muscles, but still her legs hurt because of the heavy shackles and when walking they rubbed the skin to the point of pain. Having disconnected, she pressed herself against the door and tried to hear at least something, but there was dead silence outside, it was pretty creepy. There are no screams or crying, as if time just froze in place so that she could enjoy the silence. Octavia decided to wait at least an hour, maybe someone should come for her, or is she a really dangerous beast?


Long and boring hours passed without the slightest sound outside, everything was calm and serene. Finally listening, she caught the sound of footsteps approaching the cell door. Creaking, the key began to turn slowly due to rust in the lock, with a long hum, the door opened. A guard came into a small cell, his gaze was serious, as if it had never changed.


"Get up against the wall and stand," growling at her, pushed her against the wall. Octavia pressed herself against the wall and obediently stood, the guard took off the shackles from his feet and dropped them with a clang on the floor that sparks flew from them.


Her legs weakened in an instant because of such relief, they were very chafed overnight to the point of pain. Grabbing both hands, he tied them with a rope and slowly led her out of the cell. Slamming the door, the guard slowly led down the corridor, sighing, pushed Octavia forward holding her hand. The corridors were cold and damp, and the stone walls were rough and uneven, and she could hear the sound of her footsteps echoing. The guard was tense and alert, he squeezed her hand tightly, leading her through the corridors. She felt the cold metal of his sword pressing against her back, and felt threatened and threatened by the guard and his men. To her surprise, there was complete silence, looking around there was no one but them. All the cells were open and there were simply no other creatures, a cold breeze was walking and howling through the cells, which blew dust from the floor and bunks. Reaching the end, the guard led Octavia down the stairs slowly and clumsily. Finally, when they went down a few floors below, he opened the big door with a big hand to the outside, from there a wave of sand blew inside. There was fresh air outside, and Octavia felt the air flow around her face after being imprisoned in the claustrophobic corridors. The sun was warm and welcoming, and she felt relieved when she stopped and breathed in clean air.


Suddenly she was pulled by the rope, "What are we standing for, dear! Quick girl," pushing Octavia hurriedly followed him, looking around. Following the guard, she carefully walked over sharp stones and thorns with her bare feet, the sand tickled her feet, her bare feet sank into soft and loose grains of sand. As she walked, the sand greedily stuck to her feet and a path of small pits from her light steps followed her.


Continuing to walk next to the plantations, she looked around the area, everything seemed to be familiar to her. The only thing that confused her was the absence of any servants or even at least one slave, everything was really deserted. Going to the owner's mansion, more and more noise, screams and distant voices were heard, something was clearly happening there since even the slaves were nowhere but her alone.

"Where are you taking me? Can I at least find out?" Octavia waved her head occasionally looking at the guard waiting for a reaction, "Why is there no one?"


"I was ordered to take you to the mansion, so pray that the conversation will be less tough with you croc," he was not quite talkative, he felt that rigid and clear discipline and indifference that allowed him to dominate everyone. Coming closer to the mansion, the situation was clearly in a very dangerous position there.


In front of the owner's mansion there was a large crowd of people blocking the entrance with a dense mass. The crowd consisted of people from a wide variety of social castes, and they all shouted and knocked on the big luxurious doors. Some were dressed in exquisite, richly embroidered clothes, while others were dressed in ordinary equal rags. They all held spears, swords and various tools in their hands, the crowd could clearly break in and resist at any moment. The atmosphere was tense and ominous, and Octavia could feel the hostility coming from the crowd, but she had even more questions. Approaching almost in a dense crowd, they both examined what was happening and were clearly excited and scared. She clearly didn't want to feel the anger of the crowd, and that some crook would just stick a pitchfork in her back or worse, especially since she still doesn't have the strength. The guard still held my hand and shoulders, but it seems he stopped looking down on everything so proudly, a sense of self-preservation and obvious fear awoke in him. Security guards stood guard around the perimeter of the mansion, and they tried to keep the crowd under control. They were armed with spears and swords and vigilantly restrained any attempts by the crowd to penetrate the perimeter of the mansion. The crowd became restless and agitated, and the mood became increasingly hostile towards the guards.


The guards did their best to keep the crowd at bay, but they were starting to feel overwhelmed by the huge number of people gathered outside the mansion. The guard hoping to pass through the angry crowd joined the dense stream of creatures surrounding him, pulling Octavia by the rope, he quickly dragged through the crowd pushing everyone away. She looked at them with fear that permeated her all over her body, but in her heart she was even pleased with what was happening, realizing that they had not come for her. Clearly something was heard from the crowd about some money and contracts, someone even waved and scattered piles of paper in piles. When they were still able to get to the entrance with difficulty, the guard slightly lifted Octavia off the ground and placed her at the entrance, pressing her to the ground. "Okay, I didn't expect such a heat of passion in this form, let's go! We need to hurry," urging her on, the guard walked briskly through the long empty corridors. She was getting more and more excited and even began to panic a little from all this, her eyes were running nervously and her breathing became faster. Finally, minutes later, both were already standing in front of the main doors of the host's hall, seeing the familiar shiny walls of the rooms and the main door, she trembled nervously expecting the terrible. Opening the doors with an effort, the guard waved his hand in the direction of the hall, "Come in, it's your turn croc", untied her hands from the rope, he moved away from the entrance and stood at attention. Octavia could not believe her eyes, everything meant to her not as she imagined in her nightmares and thoughts. The beautiful hall shone with luxury and power as before, which delighted everyone and everything. All this was fine except in the middle of the hall, the owner was not there except for a lot of courtiers.


In the middle of this small group, three personalities clearly stood out who were calmly standing in front of the box and talking in low voices. Three old people, they clearly stood out from the rest with their manner of communication and luxurious suits sewn obviously by the best masters of this civilization. Octavia's eyes sparkled with excitement, realizing that nothing threatens her, she walked lightly to the center of the group. After examining everyone, she confidently shouted to the group, "Hey you! Yes, I'm telling you. Finally explain to me what's going on here!"


Turning around, several people looked with bewilderment and anger, they clearly weren't waiting for someone else. One of the servants shouted from the group, "Hey! She's the one who arranged everything here! I know for sure, this incident is her handiwork today."


One of the old men came out of the group and bowed in front of her, showing his bright intentions, "I greet you slave, my name is Karen, I am one of the representatives of a group of influential merchants, I understand you already understood it." After examining Octavia, two more old men also they bowed in agreement, this greeting in her direction was too prestigious as she thought. Another old man replied in a monotone voice, "Dear Octavia, I would like to ask you, do you know why you are here today?" She shook her head in bewilderment, not even knowing what to answer, everyone for her spoke mysteriously and simply inexplicably.


"I don't know anything that's going on here, and in general, where is the owner himself? Is she getting tired again?", when she finished speaking, she heard a light laugh echoing through the hall coming from nowhere. Hearing the sounds of soft moving paws in the dark, an incomprehensible figure in a thick cloak came out. Coming out slowly from the darkness, a more familiar kind of creature appeared, sharp ears, small stature and a thin body. A pointed muzzle and sparkling golden eyes peeked out from under the hood, hidden in the shadows, all decorated with a smile of sharp teeth and fangs. Taking off the hood, Octavia immediately realized who was the main one in the incident, he was clearly not like everyone else for her at once.


"Badru! Is this your doing what happened today? I immediately realized that something was wrong here,"crossing her arms over her chest, she came almost to him, "Explain everything! Immediately, what does all this mean?"

"Oh, Octavia, it seems you're too excited right now. Can't you see, the owner is not here and will not be, yes, it's hard to believe but it is,"he made a grin on his face that added even more mystery to his image.


The old man Karen slowly turned around and walked over to a small table nearby, picking up a long sheet of paper from the table and crumpling it in his hands. He urgently called the rest of the group, including Octavia, they clearly wanted to learn something serious from her. "Slave Octavia," Karen began examining the paper, "Due to an incident, your master was detained this morning by the state administration and order in our capital."


Badru put his hand on her shoulder, "He was caught in connection with the bandit camps and groups that supported him through his financing and looting of the state treasury and food," nodding to the old man, he only scratched his chin.

"Octavia, we have studied the entire list and the composition of who is a subject and a slave, including.Yes, it was necessary in order to decide what to do next,"everyone looked at the three old men who looked at each other thoughtfully and whispered. Karen quietly continued his speech,"We decided to have a general discussion to find out who could finally replace him because of this terrible case.We vouch for our state trade and order in general, and the loss of such an influential person in our country is unacceptable." She looked at each other around her, examining almost every person in the group. Their answer put her in a stupor, she would not have thought that it could happen so quickly, but she understood what they were driving at.

Badru took her hands together and stroked her head and smiling at her, "Octavia, I told them about you, including we found out what you did yesterday after I left," he walked around her and sat down on a chair, "I was amazed by your resilience and confidence, I propose to make her a mistress!"


"But why? What did you all see in me like that? I am an ordinary slave, but not a supreme mistress," she lowered her eyes to the floor, this statement confused her and she even blushed with embarrassment.


Realizing what it was leading to, the group whispered and fell silent for a moment. Karen asked her, "Dear Octavia, I suggest you take the place of the owner and become the mistress of this estate and all the wealth, I assure you you will not regret it," he took a piece of paper from the table and handed it to her. After examining the sheet, she read that everything that belonged to the owner would be under the ownership of another person. Handing her the ink, she looked at this paper for a long time, her life, the life that did this to her could change in an instant. Raising her head, she decided that if they were asking to show her like that, she would do it. Running her hand over the paper, she signed, she signed something that would change her life forever. After giving Karen the paper, she watched in silence, after reading everything Karen had done, he gave the paper to Badru. In an instant, everyone around her sat obediently on their knees, now they have someone to worship again, there is one more mistress in civilization.


Clapping his hands, Badru laughed again, but more joyfully, "Well, Mrs. Octavia, now I am your servant like everyone else here. Welcome to a new life!" Octavia was delighted with what she saw, because for everyone she became something big, powerful.

Her smile on her face was wide, and her eyes sparkled with happiness, "Good , my servants,"it was still unusual for her to say this to someone, "Let's fix everything now, make our life better than ever!" Everyone nodded to her, and at the same time they slowly left the great hall. Only Octavia and Badur remained in a quiet and warm place. She went to the place where her former master was sitting, carefully sitting down on this place, she felt softness and hugged one of the pillows, her heart was pounding with excitement and happiness. Badru sat down next to her and just looked at her face, he saw how she could show herself, how strong and powerful she would become.


"Well, mistress, now you are sitting here," he saw her happy face and the way she is now lying contentedly in a pile of soft pillows, "So what does mistress want for you now, what do you want Octavia?"


She looked at him, stroked his head and just sighed, "Well, it's time to start a new life Badru, prepare me a bath and I'm waiting for you in the evening at our feast in honor of my ascent"

He stood up and nodded to her easily, showing his respect, "Yes, mistress, everything will be done. In the meantime, I think you need to sleep, there is still a lot to do," he quietly closed the big beautiful door as he left. Octavia finally went to bed, nothing else wanted to worry her, she decided everything, It's time to change her life, forever! End.