Athens was going through a hard time. The leader of Athens was caught in  the war with the  pelepnesian army. Which put Athens between a rock , and a hard place. It may have been one of the richest Greek city states , but it still fell into a deep depression when it had to pull more money than the state had. Which put pressure on the people of Athens. Many left Athens, or joined up in the army. Most families were selling their children off as slaves. Athens was in chaos.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Evadine kritikos awoke to the sound of dishes smashing on the floor. It wasnâ€™t a rarity not in this house. Sure she didnâ€™t belong to the family. But she had lived with them since she was five, and her memory was a little foggy on who her actual family was. But this was the sound that she seemed to wake up to almost daily. Her room was hardly special. It was basically a closet, or as close to it as possible. There was a half destroyed burrow that rested kiddy cornered to the left of her bed. With a brush that was ,so old that it made her constantly think it was gonna break, laying on top of the burrow. Her bed didnâ€™t fair much better than the burrow. It was squeaky, dirty, and some of the springs were actually coming out of the bed.<br/><br/>She heaved a sigh as she sat up. The room was cramped and her elbow hit the wall seeming to make a hollow sound. The house itself was fairly large. In the least three floors high with a courtyard, and with enough land that it made it her dizzy. It was similar to what she thought would look like her home. But this was no home for her. No it was a rather work to live, and it was unpleasant. Home is somewhere pleasant , and makes you want to be there. Even the smell was horrid in the room they put her in. It smelt like must, and when it rained the smell became even worse.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Evadine!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get your sorry Ass down here now!!!!!" </span>Echoed the ever so familiar voice of  Sir Batian. He ruled the house with an iron first. Even his wife hardly wanted anything to do with him. Which was often the reason dishes were smashed. They had many slaves , including herself. But didnâ€™t have children , and people often wondered why. That was the reason why, They could hardly withstand each other, and Batian had offered up the best prize to marry his wife.<br/><br/>She stood up slipping on her normal undergarments , one over her breasts, and the other a form of fabric that would later be known as underwear. They had only given her a soft tan toga like thing. That basically set her status right there. She would be seen as a slave no matter what she did. Her bare feet plopped onto the cold wooden floor. Making a barely audible creaking noise. She said nothing in return to Sir Batian. Instead just trotted her way outside the small room towards the kitchen which was basically only a turn down the hallway away.<br/><br/>When she appeared at the scene it was like every other time. The smashed plates were in millions of pieces, and the cups were shattered. Sir Batian had a scowl as usual on his face. She knew that Batian was no innocent of a man. He raped all the slaves, except for her. Or at least not yet. Mistress Airlia didnâ€™t have a clue. Or if she did , she hid  it very ,very well.  "Yes sir? What did you want me for?"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Evadineâ€¦I need you to sweep up this horrendous mess. Since, we will be having visitors stooping by. Very , Very, Very important company if you will. So try your hardest to make the floor shine." </span>His coal blue eyes held little emotion , and he turned leaving the room. The door slammed as it echoed across the nearly empty room. All the other slaves were still sleeping. She was sadly the early bird of them all. Being that she had the closest room to the commotion that the Lord, and Mistress cause in the mourning.<br/><br/>Without a word she grabbed the broom and began to slowly sweep up the floor. The mistressâ€™s tears causing her to nearly cry.<span style="font-style: italic">How could the man live with himself? </span>She thought . The sound of the broom sweeping against the floor became rhythmic. The mistress just sat their crying. Her tears reminding Evadine of  a rain shower. "Mistress why do you allow him to treat you like that? I mean I know that he paid some fancy price-" She was interrupted by the mistress.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Evadine Sweety, Do not worry your pretty head over my problems. Though you are a slave in this house. I do not consider you so. Simply because you come from a family that is dear friends of mine. Or use to be. " </span>Her voice had regained the hint of nobility that sometimes leaked out every once in a while. Though the mistress does cry, she is strong in every fashion. The mistress stood up and walked up to her. Her pose so high ,and mighty that it scared her. More than she could possibly know.<br/><br/>Evadine shivered when the mistress handed her some sort of hair thing. Then the mistress seemed to take not on her reaction , and slipped the hair comb on top of her head. With that the mistress left the room the soft sound of the door shutting seemed to be a calm reminder of how alone she was. She ignored the fact the mistress had given her a gift, and finished her job. There was a paper on the table. As usual the lord left a paper with all the chores written on it for the slaves. If a slave had free time, it was up to the slave on what to do.<br/><br/>In small scripture her name was written.  The mistress was usually the one to give her chores. Only because she was the youngest slaves, and one the few that were fairly educated. "Evadine-get food at the Agora  , return and check on the cattle , and horses, then you can go off an be free." Normally , the first chore always stays the same. The others seem to constantly change depending on what is going on at the house at the time.<br/><br/>Setting the broom at the corner of the room, She walked carefully towards the counter where the keys for the back door were. A slave was never to exit a house through the front door. The back door led to the farm house, and grazing land. The sun shined down on the grass, making it shine a dark green. With that she made her way down the concrete side walk, and onto the main road. Which all she had to do was bang a left, and she would be at market galore. Which was right where she wanted to be.  But something caught her attention. There was a carriage coming towards her. She could hardly just run the horses were heading towards her fast.