Opal Langley, a champion figure skater well-known globally, faced an abrupt and devastating halt in his once flourishing career. His mentor, the woman he'd trusted with his skills throughout his formative years, was arrested for horrible offenses...
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Opal's pov
I COULDN'T SLEEP, ALL I thought about was my papa. I missed him. I felt guilty too, I only visited him a handful of times. Sometimes I blamed Bell for the way I acted. But I couldn't help but realize I was influenced.
I was influenced by every single thing she did, the drugs.. my personality. I was much more hardcore back then. But now it feels like I follow anything a higher authority says.
I'm scared that if one of the troops comes after me I won't be able to run. I'm scared I'll be stuck in a new trap that reminds me of Bell too much.
"Go to sleep, kid. We're going to have to collect materials to live here longer." Ambia's voice was raspy, I could tell she had just woken up.
I grabbed my satchel from the floor and took my pod out of it. Moo Moo hopped up on the bed and laid beside me.
"Maybe we should try to go to the walls.. maybe the kingdoms will open them for us. I'm scared of the troops." I whispered.
She sat up.
"I understand you're scared, kid. But I do not doubt that troops are blocking the walls and how can we trust the kingdoms? We don't even talk the same way.. we've been apart for far too long."
I hated how correct she was. I had never seen any of the kingdoms in my life.. our country had a different way of speaking, mixed with a bit of word from Earth and the proper kingdom way of speaking.. but the influence from Earth sort of ruled the way we talked.
"How did we even become so far apart?"
"We were once a land of free will, no government. no president.. our lands, free building will, nobody bothered anyone."
"Is that why there are walls? You experienced the change?" She threw her head back on the wooden headboard. There was a bit of softness in her action.
"Yeah, I was five. On my grandparent's farm. I just remember them collecting werewolf packs around the country, my grandma didn't make it out of the raid. Me and my grandpa pretended to be magic users ever since. Everyone was denied entry into the kingdoms.. because the so strong kingdoms were scared of a new ruling power, they always were ready for the worst.. a dictatorship. Now it's the worse, they want to help twenty-seven fucking years late." She murmured.
I sat up, brushing my hands along Moo Moo's back.
"Why did they take werewolves..?"
"To make them into guard dogs, breed them with vampires, make some strong weird creature breed... Also, it was mostly because werewolves had the most land, they were the most trusted.. they had to find a way to make us look like horrible beast."
