Crowds gather at the bottom of the hill, it is mandatory to attend my performance for the royal family unless you are a "special worker", i.e. health and so to speak. Other than that, the rest of Nigrum's population should have been present. After her presentation stages I was considered the best "Daughter of Nigrum" with the necessary military skills to impress the royal family and have a chance to reach the Diamond Crown. Of course, all this I found myself doing for one reason only. My mom. After seeing her pride watching me go through the first two stages, I felt really special and something dominated in my chest the desire to give that feeling to the woman who brought me into the world, and see that smile again. The shadows around me darken as I climb the stone steps to the top of the arena. Blacke was totally against this enlistment, in fact I saw a thick black shadow pass through his irises, I wasn't sure what it was, but the brunette refused to leave me alone during this whole step, he walked two by two steps and almost leaves me behind. But he stops and waits, smiling at me slyly, and brushing a strand of dark brown hair out of his eyes as black as the immensity of galaxies.
_______ From time to time I forget that you have serious problems walking in heels..
_______ Better than having a child's brain - I retort, patting him on the cheek as I pass. The sound of his laughter comes up the steps behind me. _______ You are more moody than usual. _______ It's just that I hate these things - The jumpsuit I wore was a shiny black, its sequins were extremely flashy, my hair was curly and falling all the way down my back, only the front part was pinned back carefully, a simple make-up was applied to my face, what bothered me was the boot on my pure leather feet got a thick heel and I found myself having serious problems keeping myself upright, lucky for me the presentation was going to be done on top of a horse.
________ I know - he whispers, seriously for the first time. Lo and behold, we arrive at the arena, the mass of thick cloud over our heads. Built ten years ago, the arena is by far the largest structure in Nigrum. It's nothing compared to the colossal constructions of cities, but still the metal arches and thousands of meters of concrete are enough to make anyone lose their breath. Security officers are everywhere; the white uniforms stand out in the crowd. They carry small arms, even though they don't need to. The heat inside the open arena is just as hot outside, and Blacke, always on tiptoe, leads me on with a certain seriousness in his countenance. Gradually the rich emerge and show themselves enjoying their cool and comfortable cabins at the top. There, they have drinks, food, ice, even in the height of summer, upholstered chairs, electricity and other amenities that we will never have. They don't even care about it and complain about their "miserable condition". I'll give them a miserable condition if I ever get the chance. All there is for the poor are hard benches and some screens so drizzled and hissing we can hardly see. As soon as we enter the inner part of the Arena, I am seen by the event organizers; one of them walks towards me saying.
________ Thank the gods! It arrived! It's late! - He exclaimed taking his hand to his heart - I am Louis Fedeyne and I will accompany you today in your presentation, as you are already dressed you can go to the stable where they will deliver the horse and the special bow .. - Having said that, the man with his lush silver hair leaves my presence walking to the entrance where he would go to the middle of the Arena. There are only a few things that are capable of frightening me, or simply bringing fear to my core, the first losing the one I love, the second seeing myself in a situation where I have all my abilities tied up, and the third performing in front of an audience . I wasn't made to be the center of attention, simply because I don't like to be visible in anyone's eyes; as I am placed on the horse and the bow is in my fingers, I feel my heart fluttering wildly in my chest, as I ride slowly atop the white horse and step outside I can see the crowd rise en masse, they shout my name in a coral formed; I swallow hard feeling my skin glow under the light of the cracks of sun that come out from behind the clouds in the sky. "Father I know you are watching me, know that I will do anything and somehow I will avenge his death, I will make the mistake under his penalty be seen." I start riding under the arena, the warm breeze hits my face making my rust-colored hair sway to the rhythm of it, I take a deep breath starting my presentation, the horse starts to pick up speed, and I automatically imagine myself among the trees express and thick from the forest where I hunt, when jumping an obstacle I imagine a common branch and then I make the horse jump, the crowd screams with the feat, then the first target appears in front of me, I close my eyes for mere seconds; I remember the moments when I practice my skill, the sound of birds, the feeling of freedom; I open my eyes quickly releasing the arrow that perfectly hits the rod designed with the symbol of Nigrum, once again the crowd screams in ecstasy. I let out a smile satisfied with my feat, and then I increase the speed of the purebred that follows my commands, when I reach the last target and obstacle I prepare myself, for this one it would be more difficult; after all I should hit the arrow at the same time as I make the horse jump, I take a deep breath concentrating on the exact speed, as well as on the target that swayed in the rhythm of the breeze, my emerald green irises focus on the object ahead, I mentally count the exact seconds in which I must jump, when I reach the final second, I give the command to the horse that jumps, everything seems to pass in slow motion, the white horse with its snow-white mane swaying as the breeze blows strongly, my hair flying with strength back, my body that followed the horse's movement, the pole that I released to aim; the bow that went up slowly aiming at the target together with the arrow that in seconds ends up being released by me, I hold the rod right after holding me so as not to fall, the horse lands on the ground; everyone seems to be concentrated following the arrow that cuts the wind flying towards the target, when it finally hits the center the crowd rises screaming ecstatic and amazed, I return to riding around the Arena raising the bow that is in my left hand, the presenter says into his microphone. ________ Nigrum! Real family! Meet Ayla Marin, daughter of Atlanta and our Diamond Crown contestant!!! - He exclaimed pointing in my direction, I take the horse around the arena once more, on the last lap I pass for mere seconds in front of the royal family, my eyes meet those of the princes, however one of them is extremely serious and concentrated on me, his expression is one of seriousness and authority, his countenance shows an embittered being; he stares at me without looking away however I'm not scared I point to dodge or run I make the horse go slower and I keep staring with the same seriousness, but soon the moment is over and I walk past him, I turn my face frowning ; I enter inside the Arena with a strange feeling in my chest something was inflaming, a discomfort that sounded perpetual, my thoughts were interrupted when they stopped me to help me down; apparently I should change to meet the royal family, great! It was all I wanted at that moment.
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ActionAyla has always been told by her mother that she should be different, not just because she is very unfeminine, or because her ways of acting and speaking are, as we might say; unrestrained and unfiltered; goes beyond the personality she imposed year...