I remember always watching the crowd like a wolf watching a flock of sheep. Looking for the weak, the slow, the fools. Only now I look more like prey. I can be revealed and caught in the blink of an eye; or even worse, I could be sent to the gallows and end up dead. Everyone has an advantage over a mere and lowly servant. So I have to be faster than ever, smarter than ever and luckier than ever. It's maddening. Fortunately, no one pays attention to yet another servant, another insect scurrying around at the feet of the rich and strong. I enter the square. I feel my arms hang limply at my sides, even though they're ready for anyone who wants to stop me. That's usually my game: walking through the most congested parts of the crowd where I'm not seen or recognized by anyone. Instead, I follow the crowd around the square. My vision is no longer clouded by the fantastic scenery around me. I see beyond him: the crevices between the rocks and the security agents in white uniforms behind ever
Magazines are normal, although we usually only have two a year. I remember being woken up in the morning, with shouts and orders from security officers, entering our house, and searching everything we had, as if we lived to steal things from the lucky ones in each sector. I returned home, intending to take my family to the hidden accommodation, however, while we were packing our bags, our house was invaded by soldiers at the behest of the king. Downstairs, my mother was waiting. But her eyes focus on me. She shakes her head, telling me not to go down, pleading with me to hide. To my surprise, she doesn't seem mad or disappointed in me. On the contrary, her look is even soft. Two agents wait at the door, guns at their hips. I've seen both of them at the village outpost, but there's a third figure: a young woman in red with a tricolor insignia on her chest. A royal servant, who serves the king. I realize that this is not going to be your usual magazine. My mother submits herself to the
It started. My mind goes back to the past, to the Great Garden, to those beautiful and cruel creatures that call themselves human. All vain and empty, with hard eyes and even worse character. The nobles of the big sectors can even be worse. I remember how everyone exuded luxury in every item they used, clothes, houses, cars, food, everything exuded money stolen from the people. I remember stepping in in blocks, a multitude of colors spilling into the spiral garden with cool elegance. It's easy to notice the families that were the most powerful all wear flashy adornments around their necks. It was easy for a child to feel ecstatic as I envisioned those powerful men in their places, exuding strength and power. What's the use anyway? More and more of them joined the crowd. Some stopped to chat, others exchanged lifeless hugs. I realized that for them it was just a party. Most probably had little hope of being seen by the King, so this was just a diversion, something I didn't understand.
I found myself lost and being pushed from one time to another amid different corridors and environments, Singer said "half an hour in the east corridor, half an hour in the west, half an hour in the south and then return to the beginning" and so were the hours of this day strange, I found myself wearing the white military uniform of security agents, at this moment I come across a crowd of servants walking hurriedly, they whisper something to each other and then enter a huge room, I follow them just out of curiosity, yeah It is at this moment that I come across the king on his throne, in the main hall on the west side. His voice booms through the room making the servants bow in a perfect line, one of the guard generals walks around looking at each of them analyzing them. ______________ That begins. - says the king looking with a certain disdain at those people lined up. I follow his gaze, and they all stare at the first maid in line. An old man with gray hair steps forward. The strange
I wouldn't say things could get worse if I weren't in the current situation I find myself in right now. The voice ringing in my ears is so piercing I'm afraid it will crack my skull. I drop to my knees, and feel a concrete floor and steel bars rise up around me. A cell. I scramble to my feet, my hand on my aching head. The vision gradually returns to focus. A person looks at me from the outside. A crown shines on her head. _____________ I would bow down, but I could fall - I say to the king, to immediately regret it. He's a superior, I can't talk to him like that. The king could put me in the stocks, deny me food, punish me, punish my family. No, I realize with horror growing. He is the king. He might just kill me. He can kill us all. But he doesn't seem offended. On the contrary, sketches even a smile. I feel nauseated when we lock eyes and I drop to my knees again. _____________ This bow is already good - he says, enjoying my pain. Fighting the urge to vomit, I reach for the bars a
The color white sinks into my mind every time I think about wearing that uniform, I feel like I've betrayed my father in some way. Blacke, who was standing in front of my cell, glances at me from time to time, looks worried, and is probably trying to find a way to get me out of here without making a fuss. However before he can tell me what the plan to escape would be, a sentry approaches the cell, giving some instructions to Blacke, he turns and then says: _____________ Stand up prisoner. - I look at him with some surprise, the sentry standing next to Livet analyzes me for a few moments waiting for me to do what I was told. ______________ Why? - I question in response, I must behave as if we didn't know each other. ______________ You will be taken to another place, let's go! Obey! - Blacke says and then gives me a wink. I let out an irritated sigh, then even in pain I get up from where I am. He leads me out of the cell and up a flight of stairs. Without a word, I forced to go with th
The guards, including Lian, are guardians who keep me imprisoned. If I fall, if I slip, I die. And others will die because of my failure. As they escort me to the feast, I go over what Thomas has tucked into my head. It's simple, easy to remember, but it still makes me shudder. I was born on the battlefront. This is me, but now I'm trapped and powerless to escape. I feel nauseous just thinking about it. The sentries lead me through a maze of passages in the upper floors of the palace. Like the Garden, the architecture is all marble stone curves, which little by little incline it downwards. Crystals are everywhere, revealing a breathtaking view: the market, the valley and the forests beyond. From this height, I can see the mountains I didn't know rise in the distance and cut the sun with their shadow. ____________ The last two floors are the royal chambers - Lian explains, pointing to a steep spiral corridor. The sun shines brightly and splashes light on us. _____________ The elevator
I survive the feast: I look without seeing, I hear without listening. Even the food, more food than I've ever seen in my life, doesn't taste good in my mouth. I should be filling my belly, enjoying the best meal again, but I can't. I can't even speak when Thomas whispers in his calm, even voice to comfort me: _____________ You are doing well - I try to ignore it. Sitting at the crystal table, I drink a sparkling golden liquid until my head begins to to spin. I feel like a traitor. What is my family having for dinner tonight? Do they know where I am? Or is my mother in tears waiting for me? Instead, I'm trapped in a room full of people who would kill me if they found out the truth. And with the royal family, of course, that the king would kill me if he could, and probably will one day. She turned me inside out, traded ragged wrestler for crown, rags for silk. Yesterday I was a mere commoner and today I am a princess. What else will change? What else will I miss? _____________ Enough
When we are on the verge of death, it is common to say that normally life passes before our eyes like a short and direct movie, or we watch those we love in slow motion, struggling not to leave this cruel world, in my case, none happened of the two, as I ran with the jeep and drove away from that war between the Kings, I just wanted to get out of there and never come back, I was already far away and I could hardly hear the shots anymore, I felt free for the first time in weeks, the wind it hit my face carrying my copper hair along with it, all I wanted most was to see my family again, however, the sound of a slicing shot came up, and it hit one of my car's tires, as I was in At high speed, I felt the vehicle suffer a thud, my body flew along with the bodywork of the jeep, as I was wearing my seat belt, before my eyes, I see time pass cruelly without mercy. And when I realize it, the day is gone and the night arrives cold and silent, showing me that life is now. Right in front of the m
Winter has finally arrived in Atlanta, and with it the feeling of cold in the icy winds, as well as death drawn in the snowflakes, after finding out everything about this group of rebels I feel at a loss as to what I should do, despite knowing that their means of changing Atlanta are wrong, I feel that it is also right to a certain extent, I was at the exit door of the base with my arms hugging my body, I was watching the snow fall slowly, as if that vision were a one-off show man, it was when Dimitri stopped beside me that I snapped out of my thoughts, his gaze following mine to the snowflakes as well as mine. _____________ I miss home this time of year.. - He said suddenly breaking the silence and trying to start a conversation with me. _____________ I also feel it. - I just answered him calmly. _____________ Since the death of my mother, holding on to knowing that I am alone in this world has become a burden. - I frown trying to understand what he's getting at - It shouldn't be
I never imagined that I would feel that warm and welcoming feeling that is to like someone again, being in love is one of the noblest feelings that a human being can feel. In addition, he is one of the strongest sensations, capable of doing previously unthinkable things to us. Being in love can mean two extremes: deep happiness or endless sadness. We notice small signs of passion in gestures. Being in love is worrying when the person takes time to get home, it's giving an unexpected surprise and helping on a more difficult day. It's also taking into account your favorite color or favorite food, it's always thinking first about the other and then about yourself. Falling in love is also being happy with the other person's achievements, because there is an inexplicable connection. It's acting with the toughness of a father when she takes some thoughtless and inconsequential action. It's the difficulty of sleeping without feeling the person you love by your side. It's controlling your ner
I always remember the most difficult moments of my life, any normal person would remember the best memories, that is, the happiest, in my case that's not how it works; it is in the difficult moments that I felt most loved and cared for, when my father abandoned me together with my mother I was only six years old, I remember asking my mother why he would leave, so in a calm way and calm, the woman who gave me the world gave me the greatest lesson in love that ever existed in my entire life "Blacke your father left us because you and I are too amazing for him" I didn't understand much at the time but as I went growing up I understood what those words meant, that we were both so good to him that that man couldn't bear to see that and feel inferior, at the time my mother was a lieutenant in the military battalion, she was seen as a model woman, I always made an effort to being a great son, whereas my father, turned into a disgusting drunk, after knocking my mother down the stairs, she rol
The dorm was adequate, when I was taken by Dimitri I thought I would sleep on the floor, there would be no bathroom and I would probably do my business in a bucket or something, however, it was a simple room, with a bed and a small bathroom , nothing like the Palace, but still adequate, I had a shower and then I put on the uniform they left on the bed, the color is red and it has the bird ornament on the chest, just like the one I saw on the uniform of the Katerina during my interrogation, as soon as I felt clean and comfortable, a tray with bread, soup and a juice, was placed on the floor and pushed by my jailer, in this case, Dimitri, I took the food and gladly fed myself after all I spent the whole day without eating, as soon as I was satisfied, I knocked on the door and handed the tray back to him, then I lay in bed looking at the ceiling, I should make a mental plan to escape this place, first I must say that I decided to be placed as a puppet on the throne, because I'm sure that
The cold I felt at this moment coursed through my muscles, I was in a difficult situation while I was trapped in the palace, but nothing compares to the way these men were treating me from the beginning that they caught me in the palace, they did devastating damage. on the palace walls, several bodies of sentries found themselves dumped on the ground, as I walked being pushed, I couldn't help but feel the tears wanting to fall at that sight, how many fathers of families died here today? How many mothers did not return to their homes? How many children did their families leave? As I walked with my wrists chained, the pain in my chest increased more and more by the second, the man pulling me was becoming more and more dangerous, he looked at me with disdain as he said with a different accent. ______________ If you continue to stare at me, I won't be polite to you. - I showed an irritated face. ______________ Since when is that being polite? - Indago biting my tongue right after, these
I didn't have much time to feel alone, someone always comes along to remind me that I'm trapped inside this place. When the maids came to dress me in the morning I feel that something might happen, I don't know what, I just feel, I received notification that my presence in the breakfast room was required. We were halfway through breakfast when the king finally joined us, Celine and the queen and the princes. _____________ I'm late - he comments discreetly, looking at the queen who doesn't answer him. He directs his attention to me, I have the glass halfway to my lips when a noise comes from the hallway. I was surprised by the screams. Throughout my brief time in the palace, I didn't remember a single sound that was even close to being loud. In addition, the sound of the sentries' footsteps, the opening and closing of the huge doors and the clatter of cutlery on plates made a kind of music. It was the most complete chaos. The royal family seems to have figured it all out before we did
"Don't worry, Nathan and his family are fine, we're finding a way to get you out of here, just follow what they say until we find a safe way." Blacke. The note is short and to the point. My mind races just thinking that I'm going to stay here until they can save me, I let out an irritated sigh, but I have no choice, groaning, I throw the paper back on the nightstand. Soon they change me and I must sleep. The next morning I am awakened by the three maids who enter the room, silent as a breeze. After fifteen minutes of suffering through skin-tight leather pants, a draped dress, and other strange, impossible-to-wear outfits, we decide on the simplest thing I can find in the closet of wonders. Black pants, tight and tight, a dark blue coat with silver buttons, and light gray boots. Despite the shiny hair and heavy makeup, I almost look like myself. Lian waits in front of the door, tapping her foot on the marble floor. _____________ A minute late-she says as soon as I step into the hall.
I survive the feast: I look without seeing, I hear without listening. Even the food, more food than I've ever seen in my life, doesn't taste good in my mouth. I should be filling my belly, enjoying the best meal again, but I can't. I can't even speak when Thomas whispers in his calm, even voice to comfort me: _____________ You are doing well - I try to ignore it. Sitting at the crystal table, I drink a sparkling golden liquid until my head begins to to spin. I feel like a traitor. What is my family having for dinner tonight? Do they know where I am? Or is my mother in tears waiting for me? Instead, I'm trapped in a room full of people who would kill me if they found out the truth. And with the royal family, of course, that the king would kill me if he could, and probably will one day. She turned me inside out, traded ragged wrestler for crown, rags for silk. Yesterday I was a mere commoner and today I am a princess. What else will change? What else will I miss? _____________ Enough