Life... It can be compared to snowflakes that fall from the skies. Each having their own story, mark, and abilities. Some of them melt before they hit the ground, some make it but melt right away, but then there is us. The ones who make it and stay.
Sometimes those snow flakes however, are forced to be melted. Like my parents, two innocent and delicate snowflakes that were forced to melt. They were royalty and when there's royalty... theres jealousy. There are five lands to this world, us being the north and south poles, the mountains, the desert lands, the forest, and the plains. I've always wanted to live in the plains, a place where the people of the earth roam. The freedom it gives to walk around with no shoes and very little clothes.
The mountains are places to where theres disaplin, where you can feel the air in the clouds and see lightning shoot across the sky. I went there as a little kid, with my dad.. before he died. We went hiking and drank from the fresh springs.
Unlike the mountains and plains, you have the two most bazzar lands. The forest and the desser lands, were one is secretly unknown to the world, while the other is cazy and full of culture. The desert is very secretive, they live under ground, where they escape the heat. For years people have tried to send spies to uncover their hidden world, but only for them to turn up dead and their bodies to never be found. The forest, are wild people. They are loud and have music playing all the time, the women run around and teach their kids how to dance and play games while the men hunt for their food. My mother went there for business with their king and brought back some of the fruit that is grown there. The flavors were wild with taste.
Then there is my home. We have two seperate land that are covered with ice and have tempreture of negative 15 or below. The communisim is such a burrden. We have school everyday, we work till are hands are locked up, and we praise to our to gods Azethura and Mysteria. The knowledge and moon gods. The women are forced to marry who the gorvernment forces us to marry. When we turn 15 we are engaged, 16 we are gievn are future jobs, 17 we are married, 18, we are given the amount of how many children we may have. From there on is just misery.
Im 16 now... I am engaged to Alexander Nove and my future job is to be a combat medic. I'm not happy, I wanted to be married to my own choice and I wanted to be a mail carrier. A person who gets to travel around the world, to lands of the unknown. Instead I'm stuck to being of being a target on the battle field. We are in a fight with the north pole, they are trying to verge to the democratic side of government. The south highly disagrees, the man who owns the throne, the man who killed my parents... he refuses to have his ways determined.
It's only five months before my 17th birthday. Five months before I'm permenatly trapped.
