Kala

Chapter 1

It all went down on a spring day, bright purple skies, shining red sun. It was a beautiful day on Zorflad, yet I was stuck in an underground kitchen cooking food for the royals. Lovely.
I scraped the yellow eggs out of the copper put with a wooden spoon and placed them on a delicate china plate. I swooped up the orange juice inside of the heavy, golden goblet on the metal cabinet. After I placed the goblet beside the silver ware and the biscuit, the tray of food was handed off to one of the other servants.
I exited the kitchen and walked down the hall to my tiny bedroom. Once you stepped inside of my bedroom, you could see that my rough, cement walls were covered with music sheets and drawings. I had a shelf full of beat up, falling apart books that were overflowing from the cracked, brown bookcase. And the tiny, barred window hovering above my small bed. Home, sweet home.

I lay on my bed with a cracked copy of a book titled 'The Hobbit'. I couldn't tell the name of the author anymore because of how worn the cover is. This book, this particular copy, meant a lot to me. The book and a crackled old photo are all I have of my birth mother.

The photo showed a olive-colored woman with vivid red hair, the color of blood. She had brown eyes, or eye. The only way you could tell we are related is because of the green clock sticking out of her left eye socket and the copper gears poking out from behind her ears. She had a tattoo that wrapped around her right arm, a picture of a nightingale. In her right arm, she was holding a olive skinned baby with twinkling violet eyes and jet black hair. I was an odd baby, that's for sure. No dad to be seen, as when he found out she was pregnant, he left her. I know this as my now diseased aunt told me.

My aunt, named Carrie, took me in after my mother disappeared. She didn't ever tell me much about my mom, as it upset her to talk about her missing sister. But she did give me my mom's most prized possession; The Hobbit novel. The night she gave it to me, I locked myself in my tiny bedroom and read it that night. When I reached the end, I found the picture of her and I cried all night.

A few weeks after, Aunt Carrie and I were walking through the market when a guard shot her through the chest. He walked up with a stone-cold face and said she was stealing. Then he dragged her pale, lifeless body away.

Tears dropped off my face and around the fading image. I placed the photograph back inside the book and gingerly lay it on the top of the shelf. If only I could remember her.

I can't dwell on my emotions, at least not on Zorflad, that's for sure. This planet, specifically the kingdom of Morodor is an all-work-no-play type of place. Unless you're a royal, such as King Zorad and Queen Kedra, the rulers of Morodor.

This might help. The kingdom is split up into four classifications. The Royals; the queen and king and their family members. The Normals; the street walkers who own carts in the market and have normal jobs, like supplying the food in the market. Then my classification: The Servants; bundles of prisoners paying for their petty crimes before they are able to go back home, orphans that aren't wanted, and cyborgs like me. And last, The Forgotten: The serial killers, the rebels, the runaways, the people not a single person wants. That's the worst place to ever go.

I stood up from my bed and wiped the tears off my streaked face. I needed to distract myself. So I left my room and wandered down the halls, looking for a job I could do. I found myself in the kitchen, surrounded by servants and maids desperately doing their jobs, as to not become one of The Forgotten. I noticed several bells ringing and went straight to work.

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Hey guys! This is my first story, and it's only chapter 1, but I hope to grow this story and publish it as a physical book one day. I will be posting another chapter every week, and if theirs not one out by Sunday, feel free to scream at me. If you have any questions, message me! I have to go start Chapter 2 now, bye!

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