| Jonayla, Fida'i of Alamut |
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| Awaiting picture of Jonayla |
| I was born in the farmlands surrounding Tyre, my earliest memory was being sold by my parents.
It was the second year of the great drought because of my beauty even at that age I sold for much, Al Ibn Faed a slaver and supplier of dancing girls brought me.
In great distress and anguish I was taken by caravan to Damascus, Al Ibn Faed treated me well on the journey easing my fears with sweets and play .
This of course is how you treat valueable merchandise, once there I was given to his trainer Shiara Bint mosel. My new name was now Jonayla Bint Faed. My training started immediately bending stretching and simples dances, any misstep punished with a stirke from a thin flexible stick, this training began the day and ended it, during the day I was given chores and trained to listen and remember, also to use a dagger and a lead filled leather device around six inches long. For eight years seven days a week I was trained thus in later years I was instructed in relgious matters and etiquette. At age fourteen I had blossomed and I had been show to use makeup and my body to attract men, as long as I did well life was ok, then I discovered what value an untouched beauty of fourteen has for her first time, a merchant Ammed ibn ghazi brought me, I was to have been drugged but he paid extra. I do not wish to relieve this moment as it killed something in me, Ammed ibn ghazi paid for his treatment later. From this time I was to dance and provide services for those you paid my owner, men ar easily fooled and I made sure I had a high price, this meant few could afford me. Also Al ibn Faed I recited all that I heard when with a client, I grew cunning and did not always tell all, somethings I could sell myself. Ammed ibn Ghazi died five years after he hurt me in an alley beaten to death, a dancer has hard feet is all I will say. Slowly I horde my gold, I have heard in the city is a wall, that if you whisper a name and a sum of gold you have they die. Every night I can I go to this wall, at least the one a client said is the wall, and whisper Al ibn faed, and at this time two hundred twenty-four gold. I do not love what I do, but it is better than farming, my great love carving fine needles and combs of ivory and bone, I carve many shapes and patterns on them, my mind is calm and time flies. I also read my holy book and find solce in it, I often weave strories from it containing me and a great destiny or fate i have that explains the trials I have undergone. This so far is my life not the best but far from bad, other girls talk of love there is no love, but i can fake it well to please my clients, girls have died badly for failing to please. |
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