The Secret Side Of Maven Calore

Midnight greetings

Tonight was the night. The Cameras were out and I was being lead by my personal servant Holland. As Holland's steps begin to slow I notice allot of figures standing together conversing. I particularly noticed a small figure standing in front of the one they all seemed to be guarding the tall blond one.

As I neared I realized the small figure standing with them happened to be Mare. I near her not actually expecting her here "I told you, you're not alone Mare" (I think I may have forgotten to add in that part I'll go back and add it some time, sorry about that) I say, the first time I had said that to her I'd meant about feeling out of place and having people laugh when I mess up, but it worked perfectly in the situation also.

I'm trying to hold my nerves in my hand twitch a bit it's no doubt that Mare notices. But what if someone here that's also like Mare and has the power to read minds? I couldn't take that chance, I had to keep my thoughts on something that would be expected for me to be thinking about at the moment, Mare.

The one with the blond hair steps forward towards me a gun in her hand "I want to hear from your lips, little prince. Tell me what you told him." She says tipping her head toward Holland.

Ugh, I hate it when people called me that, Little Prince. People had never called Cal that, he'd always been taller and more muscular than his age. And I'd- I'd always been too lean at age eleven people thought I was eight. I was bigger than my bones, and I could show them all. "I want to join the Scarlet Guard," I announce my voice dripping with conviction.

The blond one which seemed to be their leader stepped forward pushing a gun before my head. I'm not gonna flinch though everything in my body tells me to run but I stand firm, there's not point in running they'd shoot me anyway. "Why" The blond one sneers

"Because this world is wrong. What my father has done, what my brother will do, is wrong." That is no lie. In a way, I hated this world for judging me based on my abilities that stood no comparison to Cal's was wrong. The fact Cal who knew nothing about politics and was one day going to rule the country by default just because he was older. When it came to academics I was all the way the best choice. So Yes I was admitting this world was wrong. I snapped back to attention glancing at Mare noticing that sweat had begun trickling down my neck but my voice remained firm. "When I was twelve, my father sent me to the war front, to toughen me up, to make me more like my brother. Cal is perfect, you see so why couldn't I be the same?" Pain stains my voice as plain as day. Cal's seen perfect by everyone it wouldn't hurt to be seen as perfect by a couple of people even if they were red rebels.

The blond one which I assume to be the Farley, Holland has been telling me about. Sniffs containing her laughter "I have no use for jealous little boys"

There she goes with the little boy name it's even worse than little prince. I was not a boy I'd been alive for seventeen whole years and determined to see many more years, even more than Cal. "I wish it was jealousy that drove me here" I murmur trying to keep my voice controlled "I spent three years in the barracks, following Cal and officers and generals, watching soldiers fight and die for a war no one believed in. Where Cal saw honor and loyalty, I saw foolishness. I saw waste." So much foolishness for letting someone who enjoys war to be on the throne "Blood on both sides of the dividing line and your people gave so much more." Now I was getting to the emotional part, "There was a boy, just seventeen, a Red from the frozen north. He didn't know me on sight, not like everyone else, but he treated me just fine. He treated me like a person." Which in my case was very rare. " His name was Thomas, and I watched him die. I could've saved him, but the generals held me back. His life wasn't worth mine (Which it wasn't a lie but it was still pretty traumatizing) they'd said" The fact that they still allowed me to watch was the really upsetting part the fact Cal watched and didn't do anything while he easily could have burned the opposing red to a crisp infuriated me. My hands formed fist "Cal calls it balance, Sliver over Red. He's a good person and he'll be a just ruler, but he doesn't think change is worth the cost." I say bringing my rant to a close "I'm trying to tell you, and I'll give it gladly if it means change" Who knows maybe that change could lead to someone else ending up on the throne.

I try to keep my lips from trembling the thought of me kneeling to my brother almost brings tears to my eyes.

Blondie lowers the gun and Holland opens his mouth to back me up "The boy speaks true He's felt this way for months now, sine he returned from the front." Holland has shifted closer to me being protective as always.

"And you told him of us after a few tear-filled nights? Blondie accuses glaring at Holland.

Holland continues defending me"I've known the prince since boyhood. Anyone close to him see that his heart has changed" Which wasn't wrong just not in the way he thinks or is very helpful to the Scarlet guard "Think of what an ally could be. What a difference he could make."

Farley releases a breath "Swear on your colors"

"I swear on my colors," I say dipping my head "I pledge myself to the scarlet guard," I say almost immediately my father never gave me much attention and Cal let me watch my friend die and tell me this is the way it's supposed to be and My mother didn't fight much when my father sent me to the front. Screw them anyways.

"Welcome to the Scarlet Guard," Farley says as Mare moves across the floor putting her hand in mine.

Mare brings her lips to my ear I almost thing she's about to kiss me until her lips past my cheeks to my ears "Thank you, Maven" She whispers "You don't know what this means to us" She says as the warmth on my face grows.

Farley barely reacts to the gesture "What information are you willing to do for us."

I smiled ready to wow their pants off "I can give you intelligence, whatever you might need to continue forward with your operation. I sit on tax councils with my father-"

"We don't care about taxes" She snaps it almost feels like a slap across the face "What we need are target, locations, and even more targets." Of course, the only thing there interested in are things Cal would know from the top of his stupid head. In fact, the second she says targets I'm extremely tempted to say everyone in the noble court especially Evangeline and Cal and all those other meanie noble teens.
But I gotta keep my cool besides if this whole thing ends up as a flop and I get caught I don't want the punishment to be too bad so maybe if I stare them away from violence. Plus violence would be the first thing Cal would do and I was not Cal I had to show them I was better "I would prefer a less hostile path, your violence methods aren't winning you any friends"

Farley scoffs "Your people are a thousand times more violent and cruel than mine. We've spent the last few centuries under a silver boot, and we're not going to be nice." Dang, I might've been better than Cal but they weren't.

Okay I know I didn't do the whole Chapter that this is featured in but that was so much to type in one day and school starts tomorrow and it's hot and stuff. So I hope you guys can understand. If getting every bit of Maven's story really matters that much to you guys tell me in the comment section down below and I'll continue from this point in the next chapter. If the comment section is quiet I'm just gonna assume this part doesn't matter too much and I'll just move on (which would be the day with the Arena fights. ;). Remember your voice counts