To Be Winner Romane & Geschichten

The goal was to win afterall; And I was going to make sure I won this time around. Game on, winner takes all.

"What do you mean?" "I don't think anyone is as good as you at math in our grade. You could put up an advertisement on the school notice board or newspaper for tutoring." She explained, making me think about it for a while. It was actually a pretty good idea to earn some money for college. I would be learning and teaching at the same time. Dad would also understand if I explain it to him. "Do you think anyone would notice?" I asked in a doubtful tone. "Of course, just post it anonymously with your contact details, and let's wait and see. No harm in trying right?"

I'm done being a witness, now I would chase you even if you run until the end of parallel world. ---

"Are any winning?" "Define winning." Death responds. "If winning is surviving, some are. If winning is escaping manipulation, none are. If winning is being happy, a few are. If winning is being Aurora without consequence, zero are. Winning depends on definition. And definition depends on perspective. And perspective depends on choice. And choice leads back to consequence. And consequence leads back to doom. Cycle upon cycle upon cycle."

Maybe I had a chance after all. "But," the Prince continued, his voice growing serious. "There can only be one winner, and that winner is..." I held my breath, waiting for his decision. "...the both of you" I felt my heart sink in my chest. What was he trying to say as there could only be one winner. We looked at each other, trying to fathom what the Prince had just said.

To remind everyone how hard things turn out to be, we are winners at the end of the day. Xx_____xX

I had transformed the pain of betrayal into a catalyst for self-discovery and artistic expression. Weeks passed, and the day of the competition's result announcement arrived. I had prepared myself for any outcome, knowing that the true reward lay in the journey itself. As the names of the winners were called out, my heart thudded with anticipation. "And the winner of this year's competition is…" the presenter's voice resonated through the hall, "...Bella!" Time seemed to stand still as my name echoed in the room. I felt a mixture of shock, joy, and pride. The recognition affirmed the path I had chosen, the courage to embrace my passion despite the obstacles I had faced.

Whoever gets to the top of the hill and picks the prize with the tag on their back still white is the winner. As I hear the rules, I turn and stare at Nath one more time. He's looking at me too, and even from this distance, I can see the concern in his eyes. Treasure runs over to me, bouncing with energy. "Don't worry Winter, I got your back. If I win, I will give you the prize." 'At least Treasure is paired with Nath.' I walk over to Nath, needing to say something, anything, before this disaster of a game begins.

There will be another hunting party before they declare the final winner hehe ***

Some of them, where already raising their banners up “The winner is mm…..”