Life in the settlement was easy to fall into. The routines kept everyone busy, including myself. I was encouraged to try every position in the settlement, so that I could experience it all before The Choosing. Owen explained that once each member of the settlement reached adulthood at twenty-two, they would spend the year rotating through positions and then at the beginning of their twenty-third year, would choose what they enjoyed the most.
I enjoyed working with the animals during the day. But in the evenings before night meal, I enjoyed sparring with the others my age. They had made a makeshift pit, where everyone drew various lengths of straw to see who you would be partnered with. Owen usually made appearances here, even though I suspected he was at least five years older than the oldest youth.
When I was lucky enough to draw straw with him, I used my agility to ensure that he never got hold. I knew from our first encounter that I would not stand a chance against his weight and strength, so, I ran around him. He would always tire and then make a mistake. Then I would be victorious. I won against him more times than not. But, he would always smile, defeated or not.
When I was called once again to the Elders, I knew they did not trust me, when they presented me with what they called, "An opportunity to solidify my place within the settlement." They had chosen me to go with a small group to rescue members of the settlement who had been captured by mercenaries on their return from completing health care work in Litore. I needed their trust, so I enthusiastically agreed. I also didn't mind the idea of getting away from the settlement for a while, even if Owen was still my babysitter. He was beginning to grow on me.
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Elicerent
FantasyNo one is born. We are all made. You are woken from your slumber on your thirtieth year and programmed with all the knowledge and skills that you need to assimilate into the perfect society. Those who rebel against these ways that protect us from th...