[VOLUME 2 IS UP!!!!]


They wake up to the hooters, adults go to work, and kids go to school to obtain knowledge- wish they could say that, because this ain't no normal school.

You get trained, you get points, get selected and have a bright future in sight.

They call it utopia, but to them it was nothing more than a dystopia.
Divided into FIVE sectors and two domains.
Each sector do all sort of work just to get three meals a day, and the domains? Silver and Gold-enjoys the luxury of their blood and sweat in exchange of Ruh, the currency.

Every sector gets the invitation letters from the domain, five lucky teens get a chance to be the crown, to get better education and support. A golden opportunity to be the part of the domain.

Little do they know, sympathy? Towards the sectors? RIDICULOUS.
Its a warning more like a symbol, every year, they remind the sectors, they were all at the  mercy of domains.
What's the proof? you ask. well, who knows. As none of the teens survived to tell the tale.

Hours Of Darkness

Mab lifted the heavy practice sword, moving into the first stance- readiness. 


'Get used to the weight,' his father told him. 'You must be strong enough to strike and strike and strike again without tiring. The first lesson is to make yourself that strong.' 


He planted his feet in the grass. Wind ruffled his hair as he moved through stances. 


One : The sword before him canted to one side, protecting his body. Two : the pommel is high, as through the blade was a horn coming from his head. Three: down to his hip, then in a deceptively casual droop in front of him. Then four: up again, to his shoulder. Each position could move easily into a strike or a defense. Fighting was like chess, anticipating the moves of one's opponent and countering them before one got hit. 


But it was chess played with the whole body. Chess that left him bruised and tired and frustrated with the whole world and with himself, too. 


Curiosities