No One's Pov
Lily slowly opened her eyes, a sharp ache throbbing in her head. As the deep fog in her mind began to clear, she looked around, and her breath completely caught in her throat.
"This is..." she muttered, her voice sounding strangely high and squeaky.
Stunned, she looked down at her hands. They weren't the bloody hands of a trained fighter anymore. They were covered in thick dirt, incredibly tiny, and trembling with weakness.
She looked at her clothes- she was wearing nothing but a ripped, filthy rag of a dress that barely kept out the cold. Looking through the rusty iron bars in front of her, she saw crowds of shady people loudly bidding and shouting.
She was sitting in a dark, smelly slave market. And judging by her small body, it looked like she was only around 12 years old.
