I wake up the next morning with the sun on my face, I groan when I hear the voice of Morris my butler, I put the pillow on my head and go back to dozing again, but I am surprised with a pull on my covers, and then they push me out of bed , I fall to the floor with a loud thud, I look at the person who did this and I see Thomas sitting on my bed laughing like crazy, I take the pillow and throw it in his face, he is startled and I am the one who starts laughing.
_________ Let's go Nathan get up from that bed man .. - Complains my younger brother with a loud and firm voice. He stands up and crosses his arms looking at me seriously.
_________ I was about to get up - I mutter looking at Tom who is completely different from me, his eyes are green and his blond hair shines bright under the sunlight, my appearance is totally dull, brown hair of an almost black tone and brown eyes Honey-colored, Cameron also looks like Mom as does Thomas, and I'm the only one born looking like my dad.
________ Dude, you didn't even want to see the photos of the candidates? I roll my eyes and get up from the floor.
________ I want to meet them in person, I trust you and Cameron. He shakes his head disapprovingly and I ignore him.
We will begin visits to the sectors of the listed candidates, the most qualified will present their talent in front of the population of their sector as well as the royal family. He keeps talking about the other sectors, but my mind blocks and I don't hear anything else, I get in the shower and take a shower while Thomas continues to chatter about the girls we're going to meet, it doesn't take long and I leave the bathroom wrapping the towel around my waist.
________ We'll see them all starting today.. then I'll see if you chose right.. - I tear off the towel and throw it in Thomas' face who curses me with every possible name, and leaves my room saying he doesn't want to be traumatized by seeing me naked. I wasn't excited for these visits, in fact I didn't want to meet any of them, but I had, it was part of being the future king and I would fulfill my obligations, according to my mother, the Diamond crown will be given to the girl who deserve to help me rule, not like a princess or queen; according to the woman who put me in this world, no one was forcing me to marry, but a female vision was needed under the crown, for this reason the position, a female ruler; she would place the crown upon her head and be a pillar to the king of Atlanta, in my case; but if, at the end of this process, I want to marry one of them, then it would all be worth the time spent, by the logic of the queen who is my mother in herself.
It would be a tiring and exhausting process in the next few months we would go to all sectors of Atlanta, a presentation of each enlisted would be made and I would have to choose one from each sector for the next steps, the world is a place that scares me, one day it may being everything we dream of and in others becomes a nightmare we can't escape, this has happened to me since Louise's death, I entered an eternal nightmare that until today I haven't woken up, my days are summed up in bitterness and my nights are usually in Of course, my body is a hollow and empty shell, I wonder if it can ever be filled again? I took a deep breath listening to footsteps inside my room; I caught a glimpse of the queen's golden hair, which at that moment had a motherly countenance.
________ Not ready yet my dear. -She walked towards me, stopping in front and then taking her slender fingers to the dress shirt in which I was previously fastening the buttons-I still don't understand why she doesn't allow Morris to help her ..
_________ Because I am highly capable of choosing and putting on my own clothes mom. She smiled tenderly as she straightened the collar of her white shirt.
_________ Always so stubborn ..-she commented letting go of the fabric and then her greenish irises like the crystalline waters of the ocean rose to mine-Are you worried? -She questioned capturing my thoughts as always.
_________ And if I'm not able to.. - The words died on my lips for a moment, I blinked several times feeling the weight of doubt in my bones - to love...? -The queen opened a serene smile on her lips while her hands held my face in a motherly and affectionate way.
_________ As long as a heart beats in your chest, you will be able to love .. just allow yourself to feel my Nate .. - She approached kissing my forehead, I nod positively to her sweet words, then my mother walks away saying now in order tone - Come on, finish it soon.. We leave in an hour..
She walked with light steps to the door closing it shortly after, my eyes remained on the wood for a few moments while my thoughts hung to "I hope she's right." Usually the queen is always correct, but when it comes to my insides right now I still feel the weight of doubt and she would walk me through this whole process.
A week went by and my mum didn't bring up the subject, everything was normal, as it should be, my mum worked two jobs to support us, Luke helped me with the housework and took care of Bianca on the days I went hunting and to fight, it was hard to have a secret life my mother didn't know about these underground fights I got into, but that extra money was always very helpful, tonight I would earn 50 coins if I defeated a burly girl that everyone called "The wall ", I get ready as soon as she leaves for her second job, I throw my backpack on my back and pass all the instructions to my middle brother, Bianca complains about being alone with Luke but I ignore the complaints and go out the door, outside Blacke me waiting with a smile on his face as always. ________ Ready? - he asks and then we start walking together, I can always count on Blacke; my deepest secrets can be revealed to him and at the same time I feel like I have a pillar by my side to lean on. ________ I am always prepared.
Broken hearts do they have a concert? Is there really a possibility of reinventing a broken soul? I asked myself as I raised the glass of water to my lips for the tenth time, this idea of pretending to be sipping wine when it's really just crystal clear water came from the queen, my clouded irises intensify when I see the female silhouette start to move on stage in front, with an indecipherable lightness, her slender body follows the melodic and dramatic music, everyone watching is impressed by the dancer's agility and balance, but what about me? What I feel? I really have no idea how I'm supposed to feel, Rowena Rascov is my brothers' choice for sector number one, a beautiful ballerina; in addition to being extremely famous, with her blonde hair she is attractive to men's eyes, and she seems genuinely interested in me when we are formally introduced, after her artistic ballet performance. However, I can't even exchange ten words with her, she smiles kindly and sounds shy; their cho
A week went by and my mum didn't bring up the subject, everything was normal, as it should be, my mum worked two jobs to support us, Luke helped me with the housework and took care of Bianca on the days I went hunting and to fight, it was hard to have a secret life my mother didn't know about these underground fights I got into, but that extra money was always very helpful, tonight I would earn 50 coins if I defeated a burly girl that everyone called "The wall ", I get ready as soon as she leaves for her second job, I throw my backpack on my back and pass all the instructions to my middle brother, Bianca complains about being alone with Luke but I ignore the complaints and go out the door, outside Blacke me waiting with a smile on his face as always. ________ Ready? - he asks and then we start walking together, I can always count on Blacke; my deepest secrets can be revealed to him and at the same time I feel like I have a pillar by my side to lean on. ________ I am always prepared.
Crowds gather at the bottom of the hill, it is mandatory to attend my performance for the royal family unless you are a "special worker", i.e. health and so to speak. Other than that, the rest of Nigrum's population should have been present. After her presentation stages I was considered the best "Daughter of Nigrum" with the necessary military skills to impress the royal family and have a chance to reach the Diamond Crown. Of course, all this I found myself doing for one reason only. My mom. After seeing her pride watching me go through the first two stages, I felt really special and something dominated in my chest the desire to give that feeling to the woman who brought me into the world, and see that smile again. The shadows around me darken as I climb the stone steps to the top of the arena. Blacke was totally against this enlistment, in fact I saw a thick black shadow pass through his irises, I wasn't sure what it was, but the brunette refused to leave me alone during this whole
Waiting sustains an unshakable expectation in my chest, Nigrum is the first sector that shows me a certain warmth and will of its population; funny because it's the second poorest in Atlanta even though it's extremely important for the country, maybe in my government I can change a lot of things around here, however right now all I can do is feel this energy that emanates from the arena that awaits the girl who will fight for the crown, I'm standing in front of the podium; my gaze remains serious as usual, my eyebrows are drawn together expressing the severity of my soul, I stare at the bottom where a floor of dry sand stretches out; the presenter enters at this moment with an extremely exaggerated outfit, in shades of fire and gold, the suit shines that blinds me, he positions himself in the corner of the arena, the microphone goes up to his lips as a wide and false smile is made on his face, he starts a brief introduction and then announces the girl's name; on a beautiful white hors
Faith is one of the most important virtues of the human being that makes you believe in a greater good in a day when everything can be better where the light of the East illuminates your paths, when corrupted it means the death of the soul and only the existence of a being without pathless identity in search of nothingness deceived by his disturbed and manipulated ego. Nathan Crowther was just a being full of the now, upset and manipulated by a flawed system. If words could describe the state of my soul, maybe I wouldn't spend my days in exile inside myself. I wouldn't even sink in the tide of pain I carry in my chest, however, it's impossible to describe how much it hurts: The pain of living what you are. Now that the first phase of the enlistment was over and I had become victorious under the daughters of Nigrum, I found myself in a leaky boat from which I would probably drown; I only hoped to save myself in time. After the presentation I returned home, the first phase was completed
There are no words, languages, gestures or even thoughts that can express the pain of loss. It is so deeply aching and soul-wrenching with inordinate care, cutting slowly and painfully with the blunt side of the knife. The pain is phenomenal, incredibly painful, extraordinarily painful, fatally painful. It's pain, pain, pain, just pain. And it doesn't give in, it doesn't calm down, it doesn't give up. And the soul writhes, revolves, cries, screams and groans in dull moans that take over the body, make the spirit stagger and stun. The pain of loss has no sound, no voice, and invades the core of being silently and cruelly, making the body hurt and sick. It massacres the soul to such an extent that everything around it loses its meaning. Everything loses the glow of life. The eyes look but see nothing, the ears hear without hearing anything, the arms fall without feeling any support, any whisper of comprehension or understanding. Only the taste of the blood of pain is perceived in the de
I felt extremely nervous, because the lives of many were in my hands, however I was determined to do justice on behalf of everyone there, my chest hurt as soon as I read the story of the man he was being judged by, that's right my next challenge was to try a case and decide within the laws of Atlanta what would be the fate of the man judged, and since life has the art of hitting us in the back it couldn't be any worse than what I received. Douglas Mack; I researched him and found out that he never had any experience with the police, he was always a fair citizen who worked to support his family, according to what happened: "At an end of the night of Friday, coursemer of the criminal, Mr. mɑck, forcing the merciful in the goldinfɑll. There was no resistance when the police arrived to take away Mr. Mack, after identifying him in the recordings. The assets were not returned. The family lives in the suburbs, and the only source of income comes from Mr. Mack, who works as a worker. All". 12