CHAPTER I

What is oppression? 

I always found it inequitable that we are divided into a hierarchy- people at the top got away with trampling the one below them with a sense of unjustifiable primacy .Maybe we are handing out too much power in the hands of a few and handful but than I am a plaster saint myself too wishing for an easy and tranquil life.

I despise myself for feeling impuissant to these inclinations I felt that I was equally corrupted and rapacious for desiring something so worldly. All these temptations were on the account of the miseries and humiliation I felt all these times. Born as a daughter in a commoners household in the times when we were looked upon by the aristocracy as articles that were disposable  , we weren't an entity that could decide our own paths to take. The royalty were like barbaric tyrants who were autarch. Commoners and women were two things I came to abhor and yet the deity punished me with these two. If I was a man I would have been unstoppable but deities decided to play wicked games and than I had to live upon the oddments of big opportunities.Alas with every opportunity came grave repercussion."

The very first time I looked at my face with loathing was at the tender age of seven when my father had made me face the mirror rather harshly, as he grabbed me with a jerking force and made me face a broken piece of glass among those cracks and the slightly dusty glimmering surface.  

It was a small jagged piece that was begrimed, he had scrubbed the piece of mirror to the point that I could be able to make out my features and than the belittling remarks came poring down. 

My features were no gift rather they were plain all I could see was a  small pale face  that was devoid of it's innocence . My heart dropped looking at those soft features that  portrayed me as fragile and a timid child. My  features included small eyes that had no real depth to them due to their plainness ,rather they looked like eyes of a frightened animal . A small , slim nose and small lips that were dry and patchy .My hairs were dark against my pale  skin that   came up till my waist but due to lack of care they were dry and sticking out like broom sticks.

 I was fragile looking and my father had sneered at my physical appearance disapprovingly  , the disgust was clear in his blotchy eyes, those expressions of his always made me shrink back  in terror that was also partially due to his disapproval of me and the clear loathing. I was made aware from the very young age that all my family detested me for being born as a girl and not a boy.But he had held me in my place with strong force and spated out for me to stay at my current position when I try to push myself out of my current spot . "You wrench , stop causing a ruckus." He didn't have to threaten me twice because I was well aware of the outcome.He was a violent man who liked to exercise control through the means of harsh beating.

"I should have killed you the second you came out of the womb you Moll.You are living under our shelter and drinking us dry.Born a woman and still looking so arrogant about it when you should die out of shame .I will make sure that you learn your place." Those were his exact words that had made me bow my head in both shame and as a sign of submission.

Afterwards I have looked at my reflection in the shards of mirror.Unlike before there wasn't curiosity in my eyes rather I loathed myself just as much as everyone else did, it was as if I was seeing my reflection from their eyes. In the moment of weakness I had fallen on my knees and begged the deities above to make me a boy so that my family could love me and look at me like they looked at my older brothers.Affection and attention were something I craved for like hungry vulture but it was something that I never got despite my all attempts. 

 The beating that day was incised into my soul and my head like the scars that have decorated my body along with the previous beatings reminder .  The scars on my body were a existing example of my shame that I could never forget and neither will I let someone else forget . 

That day I decided that I was going to vanish from their lives forever and change my fate,I no longer wanted to endure the pain , suffering and the loathing that I didn't deserve . I had enough of the anguish and I no longer wanted to bear with it. Tonight was the last time that I could be broken but tomorrow I will be a free bird who won't be silenced, shamed and shunned anymore.

I don't want to be oppressed-I will never bow down to anyone and no longer can anyone trample me under their heels. 

That was the birth of  a woman who brought who brought the downfall of  the oppressors. A strong willed woman who would survive through the storms and rise against the odds to protect  the empire and the crown.  

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