Age: 10
I stared at the small box my mother handed me. I looked up at her with pleading eyes, confused about why my gift wasn't as grand as I was hoping. My adoring mother looked back into my brown eyes. Her face instantly turned into an expression of love.
"Maxon, my dear child," Mother said sweetly. "Just open it."
I opened my mouth to protest, but Mother was swift- she saw it coming. "I know it doesn't look like much, but the gift is in a box. What is in that box, I cannot tell you, but it may open up a whole new world for you."I gave up, defeated, and started to tear off the wrapping paper. I did this slowly, however, and it surprised me. Usually on my birthday I was thrilled to see my gift, and tore the thin paper away in a matter of seconds. But not today. Today I felt like my gift wouldn't bring me joy like my previous gifts.
When the stripped paper was removed and the small cardboard box rested in my hands, I looked up at my mother again.
"Mother," I began. "Why is my gift so small this year?"
She just smiled and said "Sometimes it's the smallest things in life that being the most joy. Now open it."
I slowly lifted the lid to the box, filled with dread. When the container was opened and the gift was revealed, I was very disappointed. I was turning ten this year. That's double digits! I certainly should have received more than whatever the strange object was.
"What is it?" I asked, looking at my mother's face with sadness.
"Oh, my sweet Maxon," she replied. "It is a gift of many different things."
"But what is it?" I asked again, this time annoyed.
Mother laughed and threw her head back. "Why don't you find out?"I looked at her cheerful face, then to the strange object, then back to her face, and finally back to the object. I carefully picked it up out of the box and turned it over in my hands, examining it to hopefully figure out what I was supposed to do with it.
On one side of the strange contraption, there was a small black screen, of which above was a small glass-covered hole which allowed me to see through it to the other side.
I flipped the weird gift over, and it had a cylinder sticking out from the surface. The top of the cylinder was glass like the peep-hole on the other side, only I could not see through it.
On the top there was buttons, both little and large, but one particular button was larger than the rest and stuck out more. Curious, I pushed the button down, it clicking, and something popped up and a great flash of light appeared from it. I squinted and jumped a little. Mother laughed. When the light disappeared, a strange looking arch remained on top of my gift. A faint glow, I noticed, appeared on the back of the unknown object, and I turned it over to see what it was. On the once-black screen, was a picture of my squinting shocked face. Moments later, the image disappeared, and the screen was black again.
So, I thought. That's what you do. I peered through the peep-hole, and focused the cylinder on my mother's face. The image of her through the glass was blurry. My hand grasped the cylinder and it turned. I noticed that the image of my mother became more focused and I moved the cylinder around again.
When my mother's face was clear, I held down the button again. It clicked, the light flashed, and the screen lit up with an elegant picture of Mother's face, her smile wide; the image of a regal queen. The image disappeared, and the screen went black.
"Wait!" I yelled at the little box. "I wanted that picture! Mother, how do I get it back?"
Mother laughed once again. "Let me see it." I surrendered the device to her hands, and she showed me a button next to the screen. "See this button, Max?" I nodded. "This is what will bring back your picture."
I took the gift back, and pushed the button. My picture was back!
"Now," Mother said. "See the arrows right above that button? Press the one to the left." I did as she said, and my picture changed. I didn't want the picture of me squinting, I wanted the picture of Mother! I looked at her with anguish and she continued. "Now push the one to the right." I did, and my mother's face returned to the screen.
"What is it called, Mother?"
"A camera."
"A camera," I repeated. And right then I knew that I had found everything. Right there in my hands lay everything that I wanted to do. "I like it."
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Becoming Prince Maxon
FanfictionThis is how I imagine Maxon's take on the Selection. This is NOT based on The Prince. Most chapters are very different, and I have made my own changes to Keira's story. I do not own any of the characters.