My Silver Queen (Red Queen Fanfic)

Chapter 2

I stood in the room that Maven had directed me, gazing out the window and gawking at the world before me. I had been born a Silver and lived like one until I was seven. Then I watched my mothers murder, when no investigation ensued I knew then it was done by a Silver and they were protecting them. I may have been young but I was far from oblivious. My father was driven mad by grief and one day I woke up and he was gone. I lived with the rest of House Scronan and House Brahm in the Lakelands. We were houses bread for war. Our abilities cruel and unmerciful. However, I slowly watched the members of my family dwindle. They abandoned the war, they died, they killed themselves. They fell apart. By the time I was twelve I was the last of house Brahm and the last known member of house Scronan. Not caring anymore about if I lived or died I traveled to the forbidden island of Naercey. Expecting the radiation to kill my, anyone could imagine my surprise when I lived. I was alone for three years before Red civilians began to arrive. Seeing how disheveled and forgotten they were, how worn and broken, I began to understand the cruel verdict us Silvers had sentence them too. Deeming them unfit and merely servants and pawns of our bidding. I protected them, helped them survive. There were only a few of them. Mostly women and children. A few were elders and a few fathers lingered here and there. That's when I met her. Farley. It had been a year since I arrived, I was now sixteen. She was scarred and broken in her own way, but with her she brought the plan of rebellion. It would take time but it could be done. We built up plans for months and soon the Scarlet Guard was formed. She brought in many recruits and I was set to help train most of them. Make them learn the houses and their abilities. Two of the recruits soon became friends of mine. Their names were Kilorn and Shade, both obviously Reds. However, they were Red but one of them had an ability. Shade. He was capable of teleportation. How this came to be was beyond me. He was a Red. Silver and Red- and stronger than both. That was something Mare, Shade's sister, said when I met her, when I discovered her ability as well. Maven was with her then. He had seemed a calm trustworthy prince. We had all been terribly wrong.

I heard of what had happened. Maven and the queen betraying Cal and the king. Mare and Cal and the Scarlet Guard were on the run. I had been sleeping in a pile of leaves, small rays of sun cutting through the fog and falling on my face. I was awoken by the quiet screaming of Snapdragons. I grew up in the trenches and I knew that sound anywhere. Not long after I heard their screams I felt the ground slightly tremble beneath my finger tips. The feeling of marching men. I stumbled to my feet, grabbing the sniper rifle I had scrounged from the rubble of the ruins. I ran towards the skeleton of the city and was shocked at what I saw. A building I had run past went of in a plume of red and orange, metal shards falling through the sky. Bullets whizzed passed me and chased after fleeing members of the Scarlet Guard. I watched the Silver army advance and was shocked when my eyes fell upon their human shield of Reds in chains. I winced and stumbled back as a bullet skimmed the left side of my head, right above my eyebrow. Silver blood trickled down my face and I wiped it away with the back of my hand. That's when I realized the bullets were coming for me. When the bullets grazed me and spilled my blood my immunity to the onslaught grew. One finally caught me in the shoulder and I discovered these were no bullets. What Silver would need a gun? They had magnetrons. House Samos was here, I noticed Evangeline with her brother in the front of the group. As a child I had known her. These weren't bullets. They were knives and shards of metal from the destroyed skeleton of the ruins. Sick of being nicked I sucked down a deep breath, closing my eyes. Slowly I opened my mouth and just let go. My voice rumbled the ground, coming out in a sharp piercing screech. Glass shattered, metal warped, bent, and snapped. The Reds and their Silver masters grabbed for their heads and curled up in balls of agony. Slowly I approached them, continuing the onslaught of with my voice until I was close enough for them to realize I was no Red. The metallic blood stained my skin and showed the truth. I clamped my jaw tight, but the air still rang with the echos I had left behind. That was a mistake, within seconds a whisper was in my head and I was marching in tune with the Sentinels, marching off towards my fate.

And now I was here. About to live the life of a Silver queen. I had not been deemed a traitor for I had escaped the battlefield when I was young and it was not held against me.

I was pulled from my thoughts when the door squeaked open quietly and two Red servants entered the room. I was shocked that Red servants were still around. I opened my mouth to speak, but remembered they couldn't speak to me. That was their law, now more than ever. I nodded, signaling they could do what they were sent to do. A skin healer has ridden me of my wounds but the stains of blood and dirt remained. They scrubbed my pale skin clean, removed my tattered clothes, and brushed and braided my cherry wood colored hair. The forced me into a black jumpsuit with strips of red and silver. The colors of house Brahm and house Scronan were the same due to the fact that our families had married together for years so our houses mixed their colors. Red for house Brahm. Silver for Scronan. They powder my skin, making me paler than I thought possible, making my skin sparkle. I stare into the mirror, watching my own ocean blue eyes speckled with red. Being all dressed up and elegant again was odd and felt. . .wrong.

Mare told me of how she could feel all the cameras watching her, and while I could not feel them I knew they were there as I was led into the hall. There I was met by Maven. His smile was cruel but I saw something like warmth in his eyes. I tipped my head towards him slightly.

"My king," it was less like a hiss when I spoke it this time, but it was still cold. "What have you called upon me for?"

"So cold and formal," he chuckled, causing his eyes to sparkle. "Training Enania. You will become queen but until then my mother wishes to have you put through training with members of house Osanos, Haven, Rhambos, and Samos," I listened as he walked with me down the hall. Members of those houses were sent to kill Cal and Mare. I knew a few of them had died in the process for they had failed.

He took a sharp turn and we entered a form of arena. Many others around my age stretched and warmed up. Mare had told me of a moment like this during her life at the Hall, and for some reason I felt like my moment would be no different.