Inside my bones ached with so much anger, I entered the small room that was now at my disposal and then I instantly remembered the moment when those two idiots started that little fight. Like two dogs trying to stake out their territory, I wanted to punch them both in the face; it's a pity the colonel showed up at that strategic moment. I took a deep breath looking at my bags arranged on top of the small dorm bed, I feel homesick at the same time. I released the air trapped in my lungs when a girl with short hair, and an air of superiority entered the room, staring at me in surprise. She stood there for a long time staring at me, or analyzing, the question is; i did the same thing. Finally she approached me extending her hand and saying with her voice not as expressive as her face. ______ Nice to meet you, I'm Lucien. - I stared at her slender fingers for a while, until I reached out and squeezed her fingers. ______ Ayla Marin and the pleasure is mine. - I let go of her fingers and s
The world's problem is not animals or nature, on the contrary if the planet were made up only of them, many bad things would not exist, the only being, and the scum of all existence on earth is the human being, we have the greatest o privilege of thoughts, feelings, choices, intelligence and capacities to accomplish what we want, discover or invent things, it turns out that this intelligence and capacity becomes destructible when directed to the only motivations that make people to be scum, greed and pride. What does real life matter? We live such an idle life, so stagnant, so despicable, we are so dissatisfied with our lot, so weary of our existence! In reality I find myself tired of living this life that is available, but when I arrived here in Nigrum together with Ayla, we walked for five days in this part of the sector, where everyone's objective is to help people who have no options in life, yet, amid so much scum, if it is possible to exist beings that are different in several s
My nerves were slightly compressed due to the tension imposed in those days, it is possible to say that not everyone carries the same principles even if they are created by monsters, even if it is possible to be an angel of light; not that Nathan Crowther was such a being, in fact he is very far away, however I had been mistaken in thinking that his roots were rotten just because he was royalty. That's right! Ayla Marin had been wrong! But who in this hostile world doesn't make mistakes with people? I learned from a very early age that I shouldn't trust anyone but my family, I went through crushing moments where superior beings completely destroyed me, yet I'm still here walking in the middle of the hallway with my head throbbing due to a heavy conscience for so many things I had said to the prince; it's been exactly three weeks, I had presented my challenge that obviously had been refused! Celine won this round with that damn idea of reducing resources by selling to the poor, Natha
The heat emanates from my fingers while the thin paper rubs against my non-sensitive skin, that statement meant "life and death", mine and that of many, would it be the beginning or the end? The answer only someone superior would know, the fate imposed on many; when delivering to the messenger what was requested by the prince, I felt an unexpected pain in my stomach, maybe it was the feeling of fear, not for me but for others. Several days passed, everything sounded as normal, the girls who competed for the diamond crown followed the protocols, training and tasks, I followed the routine, however, even as time passed, I felt that suffocating tightness in my chest, when crossing the extensive corridors of the palace, all that came to my mind was fear; I was walking towards my usual training when one of the maids ran past to the opposite side, I watched her walk away, strangely despairing of her; however, I continued on my way for a few meters until I came across one of the rooms; the te
My strength is in solitude. I'm not afraid of stormy rains or the great loose winds, because I too am the dark of the night. I walk slowly with my thoughts dissolved in the last events, my desire to change the reality in which I live runs in my being, however, until very recently we could change the world. Who stole our courage? Everything is pain. And all pain comes from the desire not to feel pain. Many have said that if we want to change our world, we must start by changing ourselves. It sounds so simple, but... it seems so hard to do! We are always looking for the happiness that people can offer us, and we forget that we need to offer happiness too. Incidentally, we should offer more than receive, because that's how things really transform. And I know it's hard to offer without desiring rewards, I know it's horrible when we're victims of ingratitude, but we need to stand firm in the purpose of changing our reality. No, we cannot give up at the first disenchantment, at the first di
The misfits. The rebels. Case makers. The ones that are round pieces in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They don't like rules. And they have no respect for status. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. But the one thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. While some see them as crazy, we see geniuses. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do. I believe that everyone has a power. And we can, yes, change things. Call me an idealist. Dreamer. And romantic. I'm all that. But I still believe in people and change. And every change starts at the bottom of each person who really wants to make a difference. I'm not saying that I've changed and I'm not going to change... I'm just saying that the world must be changed. It's been happening since most of the last few days. I don't think you can even call it war, it's just that there isn't a w
I remember always watching the crowd like a wolf watching a flock of sheep. Looking for the weak, the slow, the fools. Only now I look more like prey. I can be revealed and caught in the blink of an eye; or even worse, I could be sent to the gallows and end up dead. Everyone has an advantage over a mere and lowly servant. So I have to be faster than ever, smarter than ever and luckier than ever. It's maddening. Fortunately, no one pays attention to yet another servant, another insect scurrying around at the feet of the rich and strong. I enter the square. I feel my arms hang limply at my sides, even though they're ready for anyone who wants to stop me. That's usually my game: walking through the most congested parts of the crowd where I'm not seen or recognized by anyone. Instead, I follow the crowd around the square. My vision is no longer clouded by the fantastic scenery around me. I see beyond him: the crevices between the rocks and the security agents in white uniforms behind ever
Magazines are normal, although we usually only have two a year. I remember being woken up in the morning, with shouts and orders from security officers, entering our house, and searching everything we had, as if we lived to steal things from the lucky ones in each sector. I returned home, intending to take my family to the hidden accommodation, however, while we were packing our bags, our house was invaded by soldiers at the behest of the king. Downstairs, my mother was waiting. But her eyes focus on me. She shakes her head, telling me not to go down, pleading with me to hide. To my surprise, she doesn't seem mad or disappointed in me. On the contrary, her look is even soft. Two agents wait at the door, guns at their hips. I've seen both of them at the village outpost, but there's a third figure: a young woman in red with a tricolor insignia on her chest. A royal servant, who serves the king. I realize that this is not going to be your usual magazine. My mother submits herself to the