Crowds gather at the bottom of the hill, it is mandatory to attend my performance for the royal family unless you are a "special worker", i.e. health and so to speak. Other than that, the rest of Nigrum's population should have been present. After her presentation stages I was considered the best "Daughter of Nigrum" with the necessary military skills to impress the royal family and have a chance to reach the Diamond Crown. Of course, all this I found myself doing for one reason only. My mom. After seeing her pride watching me go through the first two stages, I felt really special and something dominated in my chest the desire to give that feeling to the woman who brought me into the world, and see that smile again. The shadows around me darken as I climb the stone steps to the top of the arena. Blacke was totally against this enlistment, in fact I saw a thick black shadow pass through his irises, I wasn't sure what it was, but the brunette refused to leave me alone during this whole
Waiting sustains an unshakable expectation in my chest, Nigrum is the first sector that shows me a certain warmth and will of its population; funny because it's the second poorest in Atlanta even though it's extremely important for the country, maybe in my government I can change a lot of things around here, however right now all I can do is feel this energy that emanates from the arena that awaits the girl who will fight for the crown, I'm standing in front of the podium; my gaze remains serious as usual, my eyebrows are drawn together expressing the severity of my soul, I stare at the bottom where a floor of dry sand stretches out; the presenter enters at this moment with an extremely exaggerated outfit, in shades of fire and gold, the suit shines that blinds me, he positions himself in the corner of the arena, the microphone goes up to his lips as a wide and false smile is made on his face, he starts a brief introduction and then announces the girl's name; on a beautiful white hors
Faith is one of the most important virtues of the human being that makes you believe in a greater good in a day when everything can be better where the light of the East illuminates your paths, when corrupted it means the death of the soul and only the existence of a being without pathless identity in search of nothingness deceived by his disturbed and manipulated ego. Nathan Crowther was just a being full of the now, upset and manipulated by a flawed system. If words could describe the state of my soul, maybe I wouldn't spend my days in exile inside myself. I wouldn't even sink in the tide of pain I carry in my chest, however, it's impossible to describe how much it hurts: The pain of living what you are. Now that the first phase of the enlistment was over and I had become victorious under the daughters of Nigrum, I found myself in a leaky boat from which I would probably drown; I only hoped to save myself in time. After the presentation I returned home, the first phase was completed
There are no words, languages, gestures or even thoughts that can express the pain of loss. It is so deeply aching and soul-wrenching with inordinate care, cutting slowly and painfully with the blunt side of the knife. The pain is phenomenal, incredibly painful, extraordinarily painful, fatally painful. It's pain, pain, pain, just pain. And it doesn't give in, it doesn't calm down, it doesn't give up. And the soul writhes, revolves, cries, screams and groans in dull moans that take over the body, make the spirit stagger and stun. The pain of loss has no sound, no voice, and invades the core of being silently and cruelly, making the body hurt and sick. It massacres the soul to such an extent that everything around it loses its meaning. Everything loses the glow of life. The eyes look but see nothing, the ears hear without hearing anything, the arms fall without feeling any support, any whisper of comprehension or understanding. Only the taste of the blood of pain is perceived in the de
I felt extremely nervous, because the lives of many were in my hands, however I was determined to do justice on behalf of everyone there, my chest hurt as soon as I read the story of the man he was being judged by, that's right my next challenge was to try a case and decide within the laws of Atlanta what would be the fate of the man judged, and since life has the art of hitting us in the back it couldn't be any worse than what I received. Douglas Mack; I researched him and found out that he never had any experience with the police, he was always a fair citizen who worked to support his family, according to what happened: "At an end of the night of Friday, coursemer of the criminal, Mr. mɑck, forcing the merciful in the goldinfɑll. There was no resistance when the police arrived to take away Mr. Mack, after identifying him in the recordings. The assets were not returned. The family lives in the suburbs, and the only source of income comes from Mr. Mack, who works as a worker. All". 12
I've always been a terrible liar, everyone around me could read me so easily; that's because emotions always dominated me and came out to my face. However after Louise's death, all that changed in me; I focused on hiding my thoughts, feelings, and pain. Behind a petrified and serious face, with an appraising and expressionless look, which in itself has become my greatest ally in avoiding people and their inconvenient questions, I live like this. I find myself surviving in this world, maybe I was really a damn selfish person who only thinks about his own pain and forgets about others, but it was hard to let go of everything that happened; that ghost haunted me from the first seconds of my day until the moment I close my eyes from exhaustion. I should think of the people, of course, yet I don't, until that angry redhead confronted me in Nigrum, something in my chest snapped awake like a snap of fingers. The urge to show her that she was wrong filled me like a fury, her words affected my
"You will bring peace to Atlanta, that's your destiny. Somewhere in this empty and selfish world there must be good people just look for them and hang on to them..." These are my mother's words, before seeing me get into that damn vehicle with an uncertain destination, she didn't seem worried about the fact that I was going to a place where I don't know anyone, since I got here, I almost threw up several times due to the luxury and people with straight noses, while the girls jumped like circus animals for the happiness of being in the palace right now, I looked at them with a closed expression, in fact many didn't even want to be near me, I don't care at all little, that's who I am and that's the end of it, I found myself leaning on the balcony looking at the sky, I let out a sigh, I felt as if I could be swallowed up by the walls of this place, I woke up in the morning and couldn't get out of bed, Luce my companion came even me trying to cheer myself up, talking about how much this
As a child, I waited and watched from afar those who were Nigrum's warriors, I imagined myself inside those armors under the foot of the mountain showing all my grandeur, but as the years went by I knew that I would be the one who would work while the others gained the glory. I remember always lying awake at night and making plans, about all the things I would change if it were possible. But it was just a dream. And here I am, alone; faced with so many papers and military protocols that practically suffocate me, "don't turn your back now" said my conscience, after all I need this damn job, my mother depends on me. After being abandoned by my father a few years ago due to an accident that left her bedridden, I became her strength. While everyone played and had a normal life, I took care of her; now I support her beyond care. Ayla has always been my only friend, as well as her brothers, however I became closer to the redhead, she helped me so many times to take care of the woman who gav