Fate [Rewriting]

Six

I'm just gonna list the songs I listen to when I write now.

Does He Know- One direction
Clean- Taylor Swift
Still the One- One direction
Fireproof- One direction (favorite)
Riptide- Vance Joy
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The ride to the palace is long and bumpy and my body sways and jerks with the movements of the truck. With each jolt I clench my jaw in hopes of not biting my tongue. In attempts to get my mind off the ride I pull my occupation sheet out to examine.

Name: Clara Elizabeth Anderson
Age: 20
Height: 5'9
Gender: female
Parents: John Grayson Anderson,
Hannah Janine Maystone (deceased)
Home city: Kingston
Birthdate: February 7, 2030
Occupation: Royal maid
Extra info: Required to wear uniform and perform all duties loyally. Cleaning, cooking, and all chores are to be executed faithfully and without complaint. Any rebellion or questioning of authority will be punished appropriately.

Thank you for cooperating and becoming a working part of our thriving establishment. Welcome to Vampiria.

I nearly snort as I read the ending paragraph. "Thriving", "welcome to Vampiria" I roll my eyes, that's a load of bull. Their race may be thriving but the humans certainly are not and I'm anything but happy to be a part of this system they call a nation. The monster inside me growls and comes to life at my temper, snarling and telling me that this is who I am now, no going back. Pushing it back down I sigh and fold the paper to tuck it in my pocket along with the Polaroid I still have.

Most of the girls dozed off a few hours ago though I can't be sure, the
complete darkness blurs the
difference between hours and minutes.

Growing restless and car sick, I shift my position to try and relieve my aching back and stiff legs. The hot stuffy air hanging around us nearly suffocates me and causes sweat to run down my back making my shirt cling to me. I swear if I have to be in here much longer I'm going to go mad.

As I'm beginning to rise to stretch my legs we come to a halt causing me to lose my balance and fall sideways. Could my timing be any better? I curse under my breath as I wait for the door to open.

After a moments silence, the trailer door is thrown open, letting the sunlight pour into the darkness, piercing the shadows that consumed us not moments before.

Finally, I step out of the truck and stretch my long legs trying to regain feeling in my right foot. I glance around and notice the sunlight isn't as bright as I thought, we were just in the darkness too long. Instead the sun is cut in half, one side resting on the horizon, painting the sky in a brilliant picture of red, orange, and pink. The palace looms above us, shining in the magnificence of the winter sunset.

Rejoining the group, my eyes sweep over everyone until they find my four best friends. Thankfully they all somehow made the same occupation as me, however Viviana didn't. Apparently she was chosen to become a part of the Royal guard. Lucky duck.
I know that I could have gotten much worse than what I have now and I should be grateful especially to Mr. Ranger but when in comparison, being a Royal guard wins, hands down.

The cold air quickly seeps into my thin clothes causing me to shiver, rubbing my arms I walk quickly behind Rose and the rest into the warm palace.

Shuffling into the grand foyer we gaze, in amazement at the mere beauty of the palace and all its grandeur. Marble floors and great ivory pillars are only the beginning to its magnificence, it all screams power, wealth, and superiority.

Escaping the bitterly cold air we all continue our way through the palace till we step into the throne room. It's a circular room with giant pillars that reach toward the glass domed ceiling. I tilt my head up to see white flakes beginning to float on the domes bulge. In the center of the room are five thrones each unique and glorious with different powerful auras surrounding them. The one resting in the middle catches my eye almost immediately though. It shows dominance to the others, it's regal design, the pointed top and its size. My guess is that it would be none other than the Kings.