Myra's Story

By: Diva'sDream

Disclaimer: No, I don't own "Xena" or any of the characters on it. I do, however, own some of the characters in this particular story, including Myra, the main character.

Rated: PG-13

Category: Angst/Drama

Summary: "Life was so simple back before Livia showed up. There was not a care in the world, it seemed. But that's all changed now. Livia is Rome's champion, and she has destroyed everything my people and I hold dear now..."

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Chapter 1: Prologue

Life was so simple back before Livia showed up. There was not a care in the world, it seemed. But that's all changed now. Livia is Rome's champion, and she has destroyed everything my people and I hold dear now. She attacked our home village or Adelaide almost nine years ago and took us prisoner while she was at it. She took us out of Greece and sold us as slaves, breaking up the village, spreading us, as well as others like us, all around Italy. And all of this just because we were followers of Eli.

I remember the last time I saw my family. We had stopped in Sicily and Livia had found some wealthy people in the city. She convinced them to by some slaves. And, to my utter despair, they chose and bought my mother, father, and little sister, the only people I had left. Everyone else had been sold.

I still remember how my two-year-old sister, desperate to not have me taken away from her, yelled, "Myra!" and clung to my side, and me to her, until Livia pried her tiny hands from around my waist and handed her over to the other people, and then backhanded me across the face, causing me to fall to the ground.

My mother tried to get to me, as did my father. But a member of Livia's army made them stay where they were. And then, we left and I was lead away from my family, me staring after them longingly, the tears streaming down my face.

That was almost nine years ago, when I was only five. I'm fourteen now, and still a slave. And guess who owns me! Livia always told me that she was doing me a great favor by taking me in herself and that I should be thankful to her. But, how could I ever be thankful to her for what she did to me, to my family and my people? How could I ever be happy knowing that she is the cause of the hell I live in today?

And yes, my life is hell, my own personal hell. With the way I'm treated and the conditions under which I live, it's no wonder why. Livia is awful towards me. I've become her favorite person to torment, her own personal punching bag as she sometimes calls me.

Yes, she beats me. But in her mind, I deserve no less. I guess it got this way because when I first became her slave, I was disobedient, not yet understanding the concept of having to do what I was told when I was told to do it. But, oh well, shit happens.

My name is Myra, and this is my story...

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A/N: Well, there's chapter one. So, what'd ya think? Good? Not good? No flames please, but still please R&R. Chapter two coming soon...