The mysterious liquid boiled in the large black bowl. Not a cauldron. This was no witch. This was much different.
The terms were strict- 20 billion dollars a person. That was my ransom. That was the ransom of the 53 kids who were kidnapped four months ago. Or was it five? All I know is that only four kids are getting out of here. And it’s the choice of my country, Carenva. In other words, I’m not getting out of here.
I was 14 when I was captured by these people. Nobody knows their name, but Carenva, and all the other countries, call them the Golden Country. I don’t know why, since there’s not a speck of gold here. Almost everything is metal.
The war has been going on for five years with no end in sight. So much for peace-that’s what Carenva means in some language.
I, Riley, was captured with thirty-one other kids, the other twenty three got here a week after we did. We get three meals, a bed, and a trip to the Sanctuary three times a week, where we are forced the slave for their King. The king keeps a mask on, so that if we do get free we can’t say anything about him.
Once, when we were setting stones on the new palace, the mask slipped. I saw teal eyes. Bright, unmistakable teal eyes. Just like mine. The Golden Country-ers didn’t notice the slip up. I have kept it to myself.
Right now, I wonder if the King of Carenva is counting out money for our ransom. I wonder who will be set free.
(These chapters are going to have a changing point of view. Last chapter POV was Riley. This chapter is Zielle.)
I pull my raven hair into a high ponytail, sweat dripping from my neck. I feel a sharp tap on my back.
“Keep working,” the harsh voice of a soldier calls out.
“You okay, Zielle?” Romeo whispers to me, peeking to see if anyone is looking.
“I’ve got a backbone,” I say. Romeo is the type of boy all the girls swoon at. Except for me. And, of course, I’m the one girl he likes. I have wavy, jet black hair, high cheekbones, a slender, perfectly shaped body, and I’m 5 7” with a tan complexion. So yeah, I guess I’m pretty.
“What do you think you’re doing?” One of the soldiers spits at the girl working next to me.
“Get over here,” the soldier grabs the girl and pulls her away. I look over at the other girls work. The stones she was laying were all purposely crooked. I smile at this girls small act of rebellion.
I sit like a crumbled wall, falling apart. (Ahhh, beautiful writing!) My legs are bloody and bruised. My arms are covered in sharp, painful scratches. My tall, curly hair is singed and there’s a cut above my lip.
Romeo sits beside me, in worse condition. His arm is hanging at his side, clearly broken.
After the nuclear blast, we were herded back to our prison. The rumble of a far away eruption had warned Zielle, Romeo, and me of the oncoming blast. We had run quite literally for our lives.
I have no idea where Zielle is. Last I saw of her she was running towards the prison. Her long legs pushed her like a gazelle, and she left us behind soon.
“STAND UP!” the loud voice of a nervous sergeant commands us. “You will all go to the hospital and be treated. You will all stay quiet and not make a sound,” the sergeant goes to the door. Everyone in the room stands and we shuffle around until we’re in a single file line.
My mouth is closed for once. I have this problem called Blosser Melvarn. Basically, I have a problem keeping my mouth shut. It takes all of my self control to be quiet as we shuffle to the hospital.
I lie on a cot, my wounds bandaged and my hair freshly washed. My brain is okay. The nurses are all whispering about how I’m a miracle to not have gotten brain damage from the nuclear blast. It’s rare that somebody comes nearly unscathed from something like that.
The patter of raindrops outside is odly soothing. I’m not usually a soothing raindrops kinda guy, but I haven’t slept in two days. Lack of sleep does weird things to you.
What the heck just happened. I wonder what’s next, huddled in a shack I’ve concocted of shrapnel.
I look at the letters I’ve drawn on my hand: Mel. I’m ADD (attention defecit disorder) and art is pretty much everything. I don’t get distracted doing art. Mel’s my name. Well, Mellanin, actually, but what kind of parent names their kid Mellanin. I couldn’t answer that; My parents died when I was three. I never was able to ask.
A see three pairs of feet run past me. Then another pair. Then a burning piece of who-knows-what lands about two feet from my face. I scramble from my hiding place. All of the prisoners are lined up near the hospital. I run towards them. Just as I begin to run, something flies towards me. Sparks fly around me. This is a battlefield, and I’m in the middle of it. I’m about 10 yards away from the line of people. Then an aircraft, flying high above, starts to descend. Faster and faster. I push my feet into the ground, and push even harder off it. Running as fast as I can, excelling myself towards safety. Then the ship lands, flaming, sparks flying, a mere ten feet away. I don’t look back. I run like it’s life and death. And it is. I blink.
When I open my eyes, I’m in a quiet, medicine-smelling room. I inhale and cough. My eyes water and a doctor turns around.
“Finally up! Good, I can take a look at you,” he gives me a smile worthy of Gotham City, and advances.
“No, thanks,” I scramble away. I am not ready to be probed and picked.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Please,” I think. I start thinking of crazy things. One of the parts of ADD.
“Come on, Melanie,” he thinks my name is a typo. That I’m Melanie. I wish.
“It’s Mellanin. Like melatonin, the sleeping stuff your body makes? You’re supposed to be a doctor, right?”
“Oh, sorry, um, yeah,” the doctor scratches the back of his head, embarrassed.
“Where can I get food?” I know I’m being really rude, but seriously. I haven’t eaten for a whole day. That’s a lot for me.
“Um, down the hall, to the left,” the doctor says.
I stand up and feel nothing. No pain. Take that, burning ship that almost killed me. I walk down the hall and into a nearly empty cafeteria. At one table sits a blonde boy, a black haired girl, and another brown haired boy, and a girl with long blonde hair. The girl with the blonde hair waves me over.
“I’m Riley. Wanna get out of here?” She says, like she’s asking where the bathroom is.
I’ve come through with my promise!! I am making a character guide. So far there’s only four…right?
Riley was originally going to be the main character… protagonist, if you will…but I decided I wanted to just get more into (haha my grammar) the lives of the characters.
I think of Riley as the most laid back. She’s pretty but hasn’t hit her growth spurt, but she’s got brains and uses them. She’s also the proud owner of a sense of humor.
Of coirse, only the cover picture worked for Zielle. It’s not like I’m playing favorites here but I love Zielle’s aura or whatever.
She’s tall, beautiful and fast. And she’s smart. Pretty much perfect? Almost…she can hold a grudge and is very headstrong.
okay, I’m sorry, but this was the best picture, and the hair matched. But the face. . THIS IS NOT PROPER PORTRAYAL ROMEOS FACE he’s smiley guys
HEMM, anyway, Romeo hasn’t a don’t stop attitude. Unfortunately, this means he doesn’t stop trying to woo (ugh I hate that word) Zielle. He’s strong but not fast and spends a bit too much time in front of the mirror. He’s also very flirty and a Playboy.
Heemm. Merik is kind of my favorite. I have changed his personality though!! He is that broken hardened character that everyone wants to hug. He’s still proud which can anger people but he’s quiet and calm most of the time. He’s also very athletic!
This is Mel. She was as originally the secret character for the next chapter, but I’ve posted that so I’ll give you her personality. Hot, jealous, wants attention, sad, temper, likes boys, tries to be the best, sweetheart.
Get ready for more of this series!