
Emilia sighed as she walked into the slave shop. Once she entered, she already had a small headache from all of the thoughts she could hear. She had learned to tune them out to the point that it just became a headache if she didn't want to listen. Thankfully, she was having a good day because she wasn't hearing all of the thoughts that she could be.
She put her hands in her pockets as she started walking down the aisles of cages. She really didn't understand why her parents wanted her to get a slave. She remembers them saying something about needing protection or something, but she didn't really agree with that. No, she wasn't very strong, but she believed she could hold her own. Plus all of them looked so weak. How could they possibly protect her?