The Five

Chapter 2

Felix POV
As the message turned off I turned to my older brother Toby.

His mind was blank.

My name is Felix Topaz. I'm a 16 year old Hybrid with telepathy and telekinesis. I've just been chosen to compete in the Fight.

I kept repeating that in my head to make sure I held on to reality. Ever since our parents died it's just been me and Toby. When they died I went into a state of shock. I don't remember anything but Toby saying repeat what's real so I don't lose myself. Ever since then I do that whenever I'm stressed or freaked out to make sure I don't almost lose myself again.

Finally Toby looked at me. His emerald green eyes looked into my identical ones. Then he spoke.

"You have to win." He said pulling me into a hug,"You just have to."

"I will." I said to reassure him. I didn't know if I would, but I knew I would try. I'll try for Toby.
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Later on I left the living room and went to my room, where a box was waiting. On the box there was a paper.

Insert all belongings you wish to take.

I put the box in a corner of my room for later and sat at my desk. My desk was filled with books and my art supplies as usual. I spun around in my chair and faced a mirror. My dirty blond hair was a mess. "Just the way I like it." I thought smiling.

"You may like it but I think it looks like some bird made a nest on it then flew south for the winter." Toby said standing in the doorway grinning. I glared at him.

"You're one to talk, ass." I said looking at his messy mop of dark brown hair.

"Touché young brother." He said laughing,"So are you going to use them?" He asked.

"One second I'll get it out." I said turning back around. I grabbed my black paintbrush with the golden hairs. I moved all the stuff on my desk until I saw the marks of vines and leaves twisting all over the surface. I dragged the paint brush in the marks starting from the middle, the pattern shining a gold light where the paintbrush was. When I was finished the top part of my desk opened, and inside it lay a gold box. I opened the box and examined the things that lay inside. My parents left these for me when they died, as if they knew I'd be chosen. Inside the box lay a tube and a folded seethe with small black sticks, that look like toothpicks, inside.

"Do you think they knew I'd be chosen?" I asked Toby.

"I don't know maybe." He replied,"No one knows how people are chosen. Anyway you should extend them to make sure they work."

I wrapped my hand around the tube and traced my initials with my special brush in it. Then the bow shot out and the string strung itself, tightening at both ends till it was tight. Then I wrote my initials in the seethe and it instantly unfolded and the arrows grew. The bow's black, gold engraved metal was cool in my hands. The white arrows with gold tips and black feathers lay in the seethe. Now that I engraved it with my initials they only respond to me.

"Of course! That's how they knew!" Toby exclaimed startling me.

"Oh my god man! A warning would be nice!!" I said with an irritated tone.

"Then I wouldn't be able to see you jump and scream like a little girl now would I." He said smirking. Before I could reply he continued,"Our parents knew would be the one cause you had the artist skill." He said pointing to the pile of sketch books and paintings on the floor.

"Hm...that's right!" I said,"Our great grandpa was the last one to compete...and he used the bow and arrow. When I found the desk when I was 8 and opened it with the paintbrush I found they left there they must've known."

"You get artist skills while I can't even draw a circle properly! It's not fair!" Toby said crossing his arms and pouting like a child. Then the smirk returned to his face."At least I don't burn water." He thought. Then he ran away.

"That was one time!!" I yelled after him. He's referring to the fact that I can't cook for anything. While Mr. Jupiter's next top cook over there is a whiz in the kitchen. I shake my head then go to my bed to put away the bow and arrows. Once they're back in their box I put them in the desk and get to packing. I put my clothes in there first. As I put my last sweater in something fell out. I picked it up to see it was a letter. Curious, I folded my sweater quickly and went to the kitchen where Toby was cooking.

"Hey Toby did you put this in my room?" I asked examining it.

"'No." He replied."Maybe you have a secret admirer." He said wiggling his eyebrows. Then he dropped the knife on the cutting board and used his telekinesis to pull the letter to his hand.

"Hey that's mine!" I exclaimed,"It has my name on it!!" I said trying to get the letter from him. Sadly he stood two inches taller over my 6'2 height. He ripped open the top of the envelope and pulled out a picture and a letter. Reading the last words of the letter his face paled and he stopped trying to keep it away.

"What happened? Who's it from?" I asked.

"It's from mom and dad."
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Dear Felix,
If you're reading this that means we're not there with you. We're so sorry we couldn't be there for you when you get chosen for the fight. We always knew you would be since you were born with the artist talent. The last person to have it was your great grandpa. Your great grandpa left us with a great secret. Usually descendants of the chosen ones for The Fight don't get put in it because that gives the other team an unfair advantage of the terrain since the teams families are given tapes to watch. But in your grandpa's year something happened and he lost his memory. Lucia Diay, the empress at the time, decided that another descendant of his would compete since he couldn't remember the information. After watching the footage carefully your great grandma realized that what happened wasn't an accident. The Diays erased his memory because he found out something about the terrain. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️

Love,
Mom and Dad.

That blacked out part I would find out when it was too late.

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Hello wonderful people who decided to read this book! I hope you liked this chapter and all the surprises! I've decided I'm going to write a chapter from the point of view on everyone on Fang's team before the games so everyone has a little history to them. I will try to update every Sunday. Shout out to imnoneandimproudofit and IgottheNeeds May your Fight bring you greatness!
-Kathrine