It is the year 2206. We are Terra Mortua, Deathly Land. We speak English with a sprinkling of Latin. We are all that is left of Europe after World War Six. We are governed by Dictator Juliantus Pazarr. We are kept in check by severe laws, or 'strong suggestions,' as Pazarr calls them. We are the citizens of Terra Mortua. It is the year 2206, and we need your help. If you're out there, please. Please help us.
They are the Chosens. There are six of them, hand picked by the HOOS; Heads Of Our Society. They are Chosen every other year. They are seventeen when it happens. It can happen to anyone. Some see it as a blessing, others as a curse. They don't always stay alive. No one knows the whole of it. No one except them. If you're able to, please. Please help them.
I am Zindra Eyva Flair Galloway. I am seventeen. I am the eldest of three. I have a twin brother and a younger sister. I have thick brown hair, and violet eyes. I have an overbearing, scared mother and a father. A father whom was taken away for being curious. I live in Terra Mortua, and I am curious. Curiosity is bad. If you're reading this, please. Please help me.
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The Chosens
Teen FictionSomething strange happens in Terra Mortua to three boys and three girls every other year, when they reach the age of seventeen. Zindra wants to figure out what.
