Paper everwhere, a crunched up in balls thrown everywhere. The room that use to be that dream bedroom with all that timber flooring and cream coloured walls that held him imprisoned. To him it wasn't. The boy had lushus brown wavy hair flowing evrwhere due to the the strong breeze coming out of one of his windows. Several windows were there but he liked the one that was directly next to his study. The tall lamp made his face brighter. Clear pale skin with a tint of rose to his cheecks. His nose was curved like a skating rink. Eyes were sweet and brown. HE was wearing an orange shirt and paint spotted jeans. He was a sleeping angel. Soft and gentle hearted. Surprisingly someone knocked at the door. As time grew quicker the knock grew louder. The wooden door finally echoed to the boys ear. He pulled his head up and lifted his reluctant body towards the door.
"Master Damien," A stern face that looked like a no-emotion-face glared into the boys eyes. "Letter from the academy, " the same tone echoed in his study the butler put his hand behind his back. Posture still very straight. The man spoke again to attract the boy's attention "The Academy sent a letter," he said still with no emotion.
"Thanks Alfred," the boy spoke to Alfred the butler. Damien slammed the door behind him. He went back to his study and scratched the back of his head. Opening a drawer, he pushed the button underneath the drawer. Two bookcase across his study opened up blue light would blind his eyes but he was quite immune to it. After the light disappeared a blueprint wall with pins pointed everywhere was left. Suddenly a rectangular prism poped out of the middle of the board. Two tv screens appeared from the side corner of the blueprint wall then it faced the front. "Damien what can I do for u today?" A robotic female voice played. Damien took his pencil from his drawer of his original desk and wrote some words. He then placed the pencil in his mouth and turned to his keyboard typing very fast. Each key clicked as he tapped the keyboard. "I got a note from the acadamy," he spoke excited to open it.
"What does it say?" The voice boomed again from the speakers.
Damien listened to the command. He teared the paper carefully being sure not to rip the paper inside. Slowly he grabbed the paper and flicked it open.
"Oh,"
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Teen FictionArea 17 is a colonisation where they need a leader. Damien helps this becuase he is the son of the former leader. Ivory Black is their enemy and is trying to take Damien down to get the throne. Once a traitor is always a traitor. Left without parent...
