M'kay so let's get this thing started. I figured that we would start with Liz and co gaining passage onto the Phoenix.
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A prophesy was written thousands of years ago that a great war would start between Antar and Janos and that peace would only be restored when the chosen one was found. It was said that the chosen one would be female and be marked with a birthmark shaped like a phoenix rising from the ashes. She would have the power to make everything better and a golden age would begin.
Apparently, I am the chosen one. My birthmark was discovered when I was foolish enough to believe in love. His name was Jaden and he promised me the world. His words were sweet and his kisses sweeter. I told him that I wanted him to be my first and only. He said that he would marry me as soon as he got back from the war. One thing led to another and before I knew it my clothes were gone and my birthmark was discovered. Jaden received a hefty sum for delivering the chosen one to Janos.
The first couple of days of being the chosen one were the worse. I was prodded and examined. I was asked questions that I didn’t know the answers to. I thought that it would only be a matter of time before they said that I wasn’t the chosen one. That didn’t happen though. It was declared to council of men that I was indeed pure and the chosen one. After that I was taken away and introduced to my guards.
Liz doesn’t talk much and when she does its normally to give orders. She’s dark and anger. I don’t know why she agreed to help me but she did. My other guard is the opposite from Liz. She’s spunky, energetic and fun. Maria smiles. Liz doesn’t.
It took me five days to get them to agree to help me escape. I cried and begged until they gave in. Liz took control. She made the plan, she arranged the details. She got us down to Janos’s city centre. And now, we’re looking for a ship to get us the hell out of here.
I bow my head so that my hood covers my hair and shades my face as I follow Liz through the crowd. As we push through the crowd of people, I feel fear grip at my heart. Hope is dangling on a string and at any minute it could be torn away from me. I can’t go back to that prison. I can’t live my life like that. I am not the chosen one.
“Remember the story,” Maria murmurs from behind me as we approach the ships.
“We’re sisters, looking for a fresh start.” I say, briefly repeating the cover story. I look at the dozen or more ships and feel my heart miss a beat. One of those ships is going to save me.