Everybody froze. They were all worried for CC123. They were also very scared of CC123. Her rude actions during on their most sacred customs shocked many of the Crimson Cloaks.
The eldest Crimson Cloak, CC76, stepped forward from the large crowd. She thrust her pale, bony hand into CC123’s face. CC123 had seconds to study the woman’s hand before it was softly caressing her tender face.
The woman began to shake, like she was vibrating. Everyone stared at CC123 and CC76 in silence. The woman’s eyes morphed from a pale brown color to a ghostly white color. CC123 attempted to scream, but she was frozen in time. It was like CC76 had taken complete control of CC123.
Finally, CC76 stopped shaking and her eyes returned to their pale brown color. CC123 drew a very large breath of air and quickly exhaled in panic. The elderly woman turned around to face her eager peers. She threw her bony hand in the air while screaming, “She is the chosen one!”
Every woman in the crowd threw their arms in the air. They were celebrating. They did folk dances, drank spirits, and talked of the great bright future that was in store for them. CC123 watched her whole life crash and burn right before her eyes. She grabbed two handful of her long blonde hair and slammed her fragile head into the cold, wooden stage. Nobody noticed her.
Tears rolled down her perfectly structured face. They strolled down her cheek and dropped to the dying wood, giving the piece of wood a few more minutes of life.
CC123 look up from the tearstains on the stage. Crimson Cloaks were beginning to leave the town labyrinth. CC123 had to take a stand. She stood up, wiped the excess tears from her face, and grabbed the microphone. No one paid any attention to her. So, CC123 raised her right arm into the air and shot at the beautiful gray-blue sky. Everybody’s face dropped into a grim expression. CC123 grabbed the microphone head. She took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down. Finally, she screamed, “I am not the chosen one! I am not even CC123.”
Everybody stared at her in disbelief as she took a long pause. No one knew what was to come next. They all thought that she was going to rename everybody or just drop the idea of a name completely. She looked at the stage as she mumbled, “My new name shall be… Sara.”
All of the Crimson Cloaks stared at her in pure bewilderment. They were all waiting for CC89 to make a huge commotion. Instead, she let out a horrifically sounding cackle. Everybody else followed CC76’s lead and laughed at CC123.
She didn’t know how to cope with public humiliation. It was another new experience for her. So CC123 did the only thing that she knew how to do. She flew down the stage steps and ran down the pathway that led to her home. As she got farther, the sound of laughter seemed to disappear. Finally, the laughs came to an abrupt stop. That didn’t stop CC123. She looked back, and saw that nobody was following her. It depressed her even more to know that nobody cared enough to follow her home.
She saw her presidential headquarters in sight and ran even faster. She stumbled over rocks quite a few times, but she made it through her door in one piece. She quickly slammed the door in air’s face. She locked all three bolts, before collapsing to the floor in tears. Tears kept falling, and she really wanted someone to come rescue her from her sadness. But, sadly, no one came within miles of her house. Not even a soul bothered to go near her.
CC123 rolled on her side. She gazed deeply into the burning, red fire. The fire was almost the same color as her cloak. She sat up in her place, quickly drying the tears from her eyes. The fire gave her an odd idea that made just enough sense to actually work. She stood up. She quickly took her cloak and threw it on the floor. Her nude body became colder, but luckily the fire kept it within average temperature.
