I didn't ask for this

                You have been a slave most, if not all of your life. Days were always hard; you learned how to work the fields as well as the trees. The worst part was the trees, which were the place for executions as well as beatings. Your job was to pick apples, and cut down hanged people who were done being an example. Sometimes, you were even made to find good beating branches; of course if you didn’t another would and you would be beat as well. Days were enjoyable, thought, if you could call it that; thanks to the plentiful amount of food your slave owners had. Because of this, everyone was fed enough to ward off starvation; and when crops were going, or were bad, everyone would have extra food; enough to at least fill ones stomach if anything. Thankfully you had a friend, a girl by the name ‘Gismeer’. She taught you to never over eat, and instead same some for later or give to someone else who needed it more. She taught you much, how to read and even how to write your name. Ah, your name, was it no her who gave it to you? You remember the day well, like being born all over again. Thought, you will never remember the day of your birth, of course. “You don’t have a name?” you remember her asking in shock and you just nodded sheepishly. She only smiled at you “I’ll give you a name then, one that suits you.” You stared at her, unsure of what to say. It was nice, of course, but… you were unsure of having a name after all. You watched her shut her eyes and started humming, and soon you found your own shutting as well “Lista…” she began “I call to you…de…de….Demulea…”she suddenly stopped humming and you opened your eyes. She was smiling “Demulea!” she said suddenly before pulling you into a tight hug “Demulea..you are Demulea…” “Demulea…” you whispered and smiled “That’s..nice..” she laughed “It’s your name, or your Elistaben as we elves call it.” “Lista…?” you had remembered her saying that word “Elistaben is name of self.” She said with a grin “Gismeer is mine, as Demulea is yours.” You couldn’t help but grin at that, your own name “Demulea.” you just loved saying it “Demulea….”