Ember: Red's Luna

Knock! Knock! The sound of knuckles rapping gently against the hard wood of the door tore the immaculate silence. There was an ongoing exam for the third year students of John Hewitt High school. The exam was meant to determine the future classes for the senior year and the students worked hard for this particular day. The intelligent ones desire to belong in the star class while the others’ goal was to simply pass the brain-wrecking exam and survive the whole year knowing that they are rightfully placed and will not be retained. Of course, they can retake the exam but those who cannot bear the humiliation of failing on the first take, are far more pressured than those who are taking it easy--- relying on the second take is unacceptable for the student elites. It was also a social suicide. Those who retake had no chance of making it big on the school hierarchy. A system similar to caste where the lowest are the nerds, the unpopular, the poor and the ugly. That is where Allie McA

“Principal Atkins, I think there is a huge mistake here.” Allie declared, eyes darting from the man who bowed to her and to the school principal who was equally intrigued of the turn of events. “Yeah..me too.” Principal Atkins shared the same sympathy. Earlier that morning, he got a phone call from the British Embassy stating that there was to be a very important diplomatic visit to happen in his school and it was imperative that they acted with full cooperation. What came as a much larger surprise to the principal was that he was not talking to the secretary of the ambassador but the ambassador himself. Before he could even lodge a question, the man on the other end of the line was quick to read between the lines and probably because he had done this so many times that he knew what it required to lessen the questions and get it over and done with. “Heed our request and we will be more than glad to sponsor your annex expansion.” “O-of course. Consider it done.” It seems like the

“What?!” “You heard me, son.” Francis said with conviction. For the past years, they had not spoken like this. Face to face. As much as Francis would love to spend some time with Ice, his son have developed a very successful strategy of avoiding any possible conversation between them. He knew that Ice hated him and he could not blame the boy for doing so. While he was an adequate and a very good provider, he was absent for most of his son’s life. That was something that money cannot buy and lost time will never be reimbursed. He was so busy serving the people with his profession and he was dedicated to the pack that he didn’t notice the rift that was between him and Ice had turned into a gaping hole over the years. The boy used to adore him. Back in the day, Francis was so eager to finish his shift to spend the remainder of the day with his very pregnant wife. They were looking forward for the boy to complete their little family. Things had turned out pretty bad when Ice’s mother

Allie’s POV:That day that I was pulled out in the classroom where I was taking the big exam along with my classmates and after they made a comical scene when they mistook me for someone else in Mister Atkins’ office---I ran home and I did not mention any of it to my mother. Today was another day of the same mistake. It happened in the library where I was allowed to be alone because it was the rule. I felt stares from other students but they can do nothing inside. It was like a sanctuary for me where they can stare at me but not do anything about it. The only downside was the amount of students waiting outside to either take a good look at me or throw jokes at me, because, like me, half of them was buying the whole royal story while the other half was on my team---we think they had the wrong girl.Nonetheless, it made me visible to the school populace and I do not like it. I was basically invisible, a wall flower, a nobody because of my social standing at school. I was the perfect tr

Henry Red’s POV:I never married. All my life, I was treated with care, people made me feel that I am fragile when I was younger. My father did not want me around commoners children because he said I have to study well and exercise my authority at a young age. He said I was above them, that I was special and that so much was expected of me. Maybe that was how he was raised. Father was a just man and he is a fair ruler. Even the king and queen would honor his wisdom and even as young child, I have seem the highest royal visit our manor to seek my father’s advice. He is loved dearly for his wisdom and he wanted me to be just like him.But no two persons are the same.I studied hard, I train hard because that was my birthright. My father had raised me even without my mother, she died shortly after I was born and the duke of the Red manor never remarried. I honestly think that he did not want to because he was thinking about me. But it was not the reason why father remained a widower.