The Pariah

Chapter 26

Before I start this part off, I just wanna say thank you. 

When I read a lot of these stories (LGBT, gay, lesbian), it's all about the SMUT and the bull crap like that. So I wanted to do something a little different. And at first, I was kind of scared because I didn't want to get a lot of hate because I wasn't following the norm of this genre. But I did NOT expect to have this be my most popular thing I create, to be completely honest. I mean, I know "Colors of the World" has more views, but I'm fully confident that this story will surpass it.

So, yeah, I just want to thank you so, so much for liking this story. Because I've written this story up so many times in the past, it's something I've always wanted to do. (Did you know Erin was originally a boy?!) This is the first time I've written this version on the gay point of view, because back then when I first wrote this story, I thought I was straight. :/ So I like this version the best.

Anyway, thank you! Thank you for bringing my confidence up for this story and motivate me to actually continue it. I'm glad I did because I ALWAYS have ideas for this story. And 26 Chapter's in and I'm not even bored of it yet!

I love you!

Chapter Song: Fireflight - Unbreakable

The first challenge. 

A race seemed super simple. But there was something that I didn't explain when Taurus told me it was a race. In my head; I pictured my old school. Racing was super simple because it was just going around the track. Yep, that's it. Go around the track once or twice and beat everyone else. I pictured my school. I was a fast runner and beat everyone all the time. So I was fairly confident in myself. That was... until we got into the room for the tribute's and the judges explained to us what would be happening. I lost my nerve.

Before that, Taurus had me dress up in the traditional black and white colors of the Windbreak Guild. We are the representatives and would represent, as said. We were dressed just like we would dress back at school. Black and white shorts, a black and white jersey with the symbol of the yin and yang wings on the back of our jersey's. As I was dressing, however, I froze to look at my back in the mirror. 

The crease in my skin was swollen. I ran my finger over it and felt how hot the skin was there. I swallowed down hard. Still no crease for Hazel's wing. This made me anxious, but also made me think that maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I'm not the Pariah. What if I never was? What if I'll sprout my wing and there will just be one wing? 

I was in a mixture of dread and hope at seeing just one opening for the wing on my back. 

"Erin? You done in there yet?" Taurus asked me through the closed door.

I quickly pulled down the shirt and straightened up the jersey. "Y-yeah!" I looked down at my shoes. 

Good thing the socks weren't long, tennis shoes and long socks are the worst combination, I swear. Still, I'm not quite used to wearing tennis shoes. I cast a longing look at my raggedy boots in the corner with the mess of my other clothes. "I shall be back." I say as I head to the door. 

Taurus and I make way to the tributes discussion hall. About twenty or so other competitors were in the room already, all dressed in their traditional colors. Madeline waved at us from the corner, with a guy with a bowl haircut and round nerdy glasses. They were both dressed in white and gold. A symbol of a silhouette of a man with a white wing was pictured on the front. She ran over to us, leaving the boy behind. He looked a little frightened when she left so abruptly. 

"I'm so excited!" She squealed as she took Taurus's hands in hers. "The race is always my favorite."

"Well, you're going down." Taurus said in a joking tone, but I had a feeling, he meant it. "Erin and I are gonna own this competition."