Mythia: The Rise of the Rebellion

The Vision

(A/n: Hey everybody! My first account, Thea A. Blossoms, did not look impressive, so I made this account.)

???'s POV:

"Hello...? Is anybody there...? Help...me...he captured everyone...my friends...my brother..." 

I ran and ran and ran as my thoughts raced swiftly than ever before. That dratted, vile man...he tricked us and kidnapped them...he stole our powers. I and my brother especially. He was the one who planned the Gala Massacre and the assassination of Phemia. I never should have trusted him.
As I went through the forest, I could hear yells from men behind me, rough and loud, and they said things like:

"WHERE IS SHE?!"
"SHE COULD BE THERE, JUST IN PLAIN SIGHT!" 

"SHE WILL NOT GET AWAY LIKE LAST TIME!"
"REMEMBER WHAT OUR MASTER SAID; 'DON'T KILL HER ' AND 'BRING THE GIRL TO ME!'" 

Finally, after so much running and so much pain coursing through my body, I reached a dead end and breathing heavily in fear. I crouched down and faintly muttered: 

Where are you...

Brother...?

Years before...

I was writing down something in my notebook while Ms. Pira, the teacher, scribbled on the blackboard and yelled at the class simultaneously. "This is how you handle a slave or mythical creature; 1. Shout at the slave, 2. If it's a mythical creature, kick it, 3. Whip it harshly, 4. Drag it around and 5. Ensure you cuffed it in the neck and legs until it behaves." A girl, Cassandra, who is a high-ranking student like me, raised her hand. "Yes, Major?" Ms. Pira asked (High-ranking students, instead of their first names, are called Major, Fighter, Darter, or anything else. Mine is Lightning). "What are the rules of keeping a slave?" She asked. Also, low-ranking students are not allowed to ask questions because the teachers and the principal herself believed that only the higher rankers would be able to ask questions.  "Ah. Good question, Major!" Answered the teacher. "Here are the rules of keeping a slave:

1. Never ask a slave his or her name;

2. Chain the slave from the neck to the feet to avoid making its escape;

3. Force it to work in the fields;

4. If it's caught, whip it a hundred times, and finally;

5. Don't ever befriend the slave or treat it nicely. It shall be treated like an ill brute or animal.

After Ms. Pira finished explaining, the bell rang, and we all got up from the chairs and left. As you know, I, Iris, was one of the finest students (with Cassandra, my best friend) to walk the school. I am part of a girl group headed by one of the high-ranking students, Charlotte.  This girl group bullies low-ranking students into submission, which made me angry on the inside. But I often hide my true feelings, for if Charlotte finds out, I'll be expelled from her group. When I was very young, my mom (the only one kind to me) taught me how to love my friends, be mature and wise in the most difficult times, be generous and the most difficult, and trust. "Sometimes, my daughter, you don't always trust people," she once said. "Trust is the hardest thing to gain and the easiest to lose." One day, when I was ten, soldiers took my mom away. Her last words were: "Don't despair, my sweet child. I'll find you in the future. Hope is unbreakable." I never saw her again after that day. I was crying so hard. A few months ago, I told Cassandra about my tragic past and secrets. She was very apologetic to me and I learned that she also had a tragic past. I guess we are even. Only Cassie (her nickname) understands me; other students would ignore it and focus on becoming high-rankers. "Hey, Iris!" A flirtatious, yet familiar voice called. I growled as I turned around. "Hi again, Alexander, " I said. Alexander was another high-ranker. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. Every girl, except me, goes crazy for him. He's promised marriage to the bratty Violetta in the future, but he always targets...me. That's right. He always flirted with me non-stop, which I tried to ignore for a loooooooooong time. "What do you want?" I asked. He chuckled and I could tell he was up to no good. "Oh, baby," he cooed. "Why would you reject me all the time? I mean, you're prettier than Violetta. Perhaps you can be my secret second wife?" He reached for my hand, but I slapped him hard. "Ow!" He howled. "Get away from me, you flirt!" I shouted angrily. "You know the principal will severely scold any boy if she heard or saw one or more flirt with a girl." "Oh, Iris. The principal is not here. Let's have some fun," he smirked. Right at that moment, Cassandra's voice echoed through the halls. "HEY! MIKE, YOU KNOW THAT I DON'T LIKE YOU AT ALL!!! SO, STAY AWAY!" We both have the same problem: being flirted with by boys we don't love. Unaware of them, we both know that the principal is coming this way because Ms. Pira told us. But first, we need to distract the boys. "Cassandra," I called. "It's time." Her shoulder-length brown hair came into view and her face turned toward me. I winked and she smiled. She faced Mike and I faced Alexander. "Ready?" I asked her behind my back. She instantly replied, "Let's do it." We held our heads high and sang a song: