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The Chosen Author: Laura Reyes

≈ Mara’s Point of view≈ I wrap my fingers around tag that the guards gave me. “Mara D’ettore-Mortem people” is carefully scripted on it. I stand up from the bench I’m on and stand up to where the other chosen kids are. They all open way for me. Nobody wants to bump into a Mortem child. Nobody. Every kid was chosen from their homeland and brought into this “camp” by the all Powerful. Taken from their mothers and fathers without a goodbye. Some had to be forcefully taken. I could care less. You see, when the guards came to my homeland I was alone. Nobody was there. While the other sappy towns were filled with people and happiness, my was bare and empty. The only Mortem citizen left. Anyway I walk through the path they gave me. I walk right up to where one of the guards is. They do not listen to me so I tap on their shoulder. When they see who it is they immediately flinch. “Um…Ms. D’ettore w-what would y-you be n-needing?’ he says with a shaky voice. “The restroom please”. He pointed down a long hall. “T-turn left and your t-there”. I nodded and walked off. As I enter the bathroom I look at my reflection. Same dark eyes. Same dark hair. My face is pale white, a little dirty but still the same. I quickly wash my face with clean, warm water; something we never had in my town. I quickly dry myself and go outside. New kids have been taken in. As always the children are with their own people. The Phos with the Phos, the Phata with the Phata, Nivalis with Nivalis, and so on. Me, being the only one of my people, stand aside. Many of the people stared at me. Some in fear, some in disgust, and some in pure hatred. However, some caught my attention. They weren’t like the others, they were different. There were eight of them. Each from a different group. Two of them had pink decorated tags, the girly Dyte team. They were both identical, same amber eyes and golden hair, twins. Then there were two with red tads, the Phata people. The boy had jet black hair and deep brown eyes. The girl, however, had red hair and honey eyes. The next had a light brown tag, a hunter, a Presor. She seemed strong (a probably the only girl hunter around). Then there was a blue tagged boy, Nivalis. His skin tone was fair and his hair was brown with blue highlights. Then there was a sea- green tag. Pici. The boy seemed to hold plenty of grace…something I definitely didn’t have. The last was a boy with a golden tag…Phos. The pure enemy of death itself. At that moment he turned around and saw me. We hold eye contact for a few more seconds and then I look away. Something inside me rose but it was quickly dismissed as the intercom rang. “Everyone report to the main building immediately .I repeat everyone report to the main building immediately.” I turn to glance at the unusual group one last time, knowing that I probably won’t see them again, but they’re gone. “Hello, are you looking for someone.” A deep voice said. I turned around so quickly you could almost hear the crack of my neck. There, right in front of me, are the eight. “Eh, not really”, I say, trying to keep a collected voice. “Then come with us”, said the boy who a few seconds ago I was holding eye contact with. “Anyway”, he continued,” my name is Darid Mell .I’m a light child”. “Uh nice to meet you my name is Mara D’ettore”, I responded. “Great. Let me introduce you to my tea-“, he was then rudely interrupted by a guard who was urging us to leave. I glared at the guard and as he saw me he quickly walked away. “Well as I was saying, I wanted to show you to my friends here but I guess we have to go…you can always walk with is if you’d like, if you want to though. I mean you don’t have to but you can. I don’t want to seem pushy. But-“, I laugh at his rambling and he turns bright red, maybe even brighter than the fire girl’s hair. “Sorry I rant a lot”, he admitted. “No problem I do too”, I said. As we walked each of the kids told me their names. “Our names are Anahella and Alhana Stephens”, the twins said in perfect sync. “Yeah, whatever, my name is Ashbel Avery and my girlfr- I mean my fried here is named Candice Moon”, the boy said as everyone else laughed. “Yeah sure friends”, one pf the boys said. Ashbel and Candice blushed a bright red.” Anyway my name is Blake North.”, said one of the boys who smiled at me. “Yeah whatever”, the hunter girl said. ”My name is Dianne Soule and quiet buy over there is Cameron”, she said. They all said that they were taken from their homelands early in the morning and that they has met on the way here. We got to the hall and the door leading us to the main building closed behind us. Up one the giant podium was a man. He had dark hair and cruel black eyes. The All Powerful. “Well Children”, he began, “as you all know you have been taken from your homes today for something. Every years all the fifteen year olds are taken from their homes to prove their loyalty…if you don’t well, you all know what happens then”, he finished with a sneer. Of course we knew what happened. People were killed. The death spread by him was worse than any other death any of my people could’ve caused. While my people took the lives of horrible people, he took lives to create his dynasty on earth. Almost nobody rebelled without a death punishment afterword. That night I was alone in my room. One year here. One year of loyalty and no faults and I was set free. I kept thinking of this as I hear taps on my window. I look outside and I see all the eight outside. I open the window and plop, a snowball hit my face. I then realize the “taps on my window” were snowballs Blake was making and throwing at my window. “Sorry princess...didn’t mean to do that”, Blake said. I then see Darid glare at Blake and the same time Dianne glared at me. “Weird”, I thought. I quickly made a stair case out of invisible souls. While others didn’t see it I did. When they saw me walk on thin air they got amazed. “Well-um we sort of wanted to ask if you are loyal to All Powerful”, they said. “No”, I said. “If you were allowed to be free would you do it”, he asked. “Absolutely” I said as they led me into the woods.
 * that afternoon*