• Marie sat forward and rubbed her eye's hoping to at least know where she was. Where exactly was she...? And what was around her neck...? So many questions she knew would go un-answered. Marie sighed as she closed her eye's and fell back onto the soft bedding she had been sleeping in. What a regal looking room, with such extravagant furnishings."I-I dont get it...a few hours ago I was stuck in a stinky old slave market....now im in such a regal place..." Marie's voice was low as she reached her hand up to touch the thing around her neck. What she felt startled her, it seemed to be a collar without a leash. Marie sighed and sat forward to once again examine the furnishing's in the room. One thing caught her eye, a Piano in the far east corner of the rather large room. The young girls face lit up as she sprung forward towards the Piano.

    Marie couldn't believe it! A grand piano! Marie's face had softened as she sat down on the small black piano bench.The girls hands drifted up towards the key's as she lightly placed them where she wanted them. What happened next felt like magic, Marie closed her eyes and let her mind fall blank as her hands took over. The note's she played spelled out her favorite song the song called 'Sereninty's Twilight'. A song so beautiful it could make unknown people stop and stare in awe. Marie hadn't played the piano since she was the young age of twelve, and it truly felt like forever to her, but if you listened to her play you would think she'd been playing her whole life. As the song's ending drew near Marie opened her eyes and played the last few notes of the song. Music, was once her only love but when she had turned the young age of twelve she had thought she was in love with a boy who only used her for the piano.

    Not only did Marie play the piano, but also the violin just as well as the next prodigy. Music you see was the only thing she knew that couldn't hurt her in any way and she damn well understood that.But she wasnt only gifted in music, she also had a talent as her aunt described 'Made for a Goddess' the secret talent of dancing. But yet once again, she found herself without a dance floor or much less any where to dance. It was then she realized the ten door's made with window panes.Marie quickly jumped to attention and began to walk towards the door's to look and see what was outside. What she saw made her gasp,"Oh, My Goddess! How beautiful!!"Marie spoke quietly as she rubbed her head and looked around the outside. There were so many trees and a water fountain in the center of the drive. Marie reached for the door handle and pulled the door open as a warm breeze of air blew towards her. All the greenery made Marie lose her breath as she ran forward to look over the balcony with a wide smile as her red and white dress fluttered in the wind. Marie placed her hand on the balcony's edge and looked down at her left ring finger. Her old engagement ring was still placed on her hand, why hadn't she taken it off yet?

    Marie sighed and looked away from her hand and headed back towards the room to hopefully find a mirror of some sort. She wondered off into a side room she thought to be the bathroom and turned out to be right as she walked over towards on the the big mirror's. What she saw shocked her, the collar around her neck wasn't just a solid band, it had quarts crystals like the one she had lost a few years back. There was a large light-blue stone dangling down from the rest of the collar to identify the type she was, in her case she was light blue.Marie continued to examine the tall reflection that was visible in the mirror, she seemed to be wearing a red and white dress with a pair of laced up red pointe shoes. Marie gasped once more before she retreated from the mirror and looked away from the refection of herself. It couldnt be her, she was dressed to extravagantly, Marie hadnt the money to afford anything like this. She sighed as she walked away from the bathroom and back to the bed she had woke from.Where, am I? But more importantly, Who's my master?"Marie's voice was lacking spirit more like a questioning voice longing to know who owned her.