Diamond Crown

My mother was sure that I had to be different in many ways, since my father's death the sweet and kind girl was exchanged for another, my personality changed when I saw him being killed in front of me, at the time we were in the worst possible situation , the country was going through a period of wars, people who were rich were increasingly prosperous with the sale of weapons and artillery, we, the military workforce, earned a pittance to meet the required goals, at the time, my father got a job beyond what we were capable of fulfilling, in the end the supervisors ended up taking away our only source of income and worse, they removed my father's name from the list of fitters, we were left without work, as the days went by we didn't even have a penny , I remember like it was today, my father walked from one side to the other running his hand through his red hair, he was a strong and tall man, I liked his appearance a lot, I also had my hair as red as rust, always were very smooth and l

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. _____

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

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

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