The Princess of Darkness

Chapter 12: The Interview

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I went to sleep the moment I got back to my room. I felt relieved that I hadn't been sent home, but I was afraid that people would find out about my marks on my arms. In my village the elders used to tell stories about girls who were burned on a stake because they were thought to be witches. 

I knew that the king wouldn't do that though, since the entire royal family could control magic. But what if I possesed a bad sort of magic. The kind that destroys villages, and creates disease and sickness. 

That's what I dreamed about that night. Being chased by hundreds of people. Each pursuer throwing firey torches and screaming terrible things.

Though it was a restless sleep, it was sleep. And I woke up with energy for the next part in the competition. The chances were against me, and I was ready to do my best.

Today the guards informed me that the competition wouldn't be as physical as last week's was. They said that it would be an interview of sorts, and we were to wear casual clothing that was comfortable to sit in.

Isabelle dressed me in a blue t-shirt that had little rhinestones around the collar, and capri jeans. It wasn't one of my favorite outfits, but it was comfortable and that was better than any dress. 

We walked to the end of the hallway outside my door and Michael was waiting for me. Isabelle, Jennifer, and Amelia walked away, and Michael led me to a large wooden door. He opened it and inside were two chairs, a women holding a mircrophone, and a camera set up in front of her. There were also five other princesses standing at the other end of the room in a perfectly straight line.

I recognized them all. There was Allison Weathersby, Olivia Shwartz, Anya Bluew,  Janet Halston, and the girl that pushed me last week: Morgan Amora. I walked over to the line and stood next to Anya. She immediatly started a conversation with me. I mean she was nice and all, but I coudn't keep myself from staring at her enormous nose. 

After all eleven of us were standing in one line a guard with blond hair came over to us.

"Hello ladies." He was very charming, and a few girls even giggled flirtatiously.  "So all you lovely girls," (More sighs and giggles) "are going to stand in this line until your names are called. When your name is called you are going to sit in the chair that the reporter isn't already in Then you're going to be asked some questions by the reporter and then you will be dismissed to go back to your rooms."

A few girls asked stupid questions, and then the interviews began. The woman with the microphone sat down in the chair on the left, and did a brief intro about how there were eleven of us left, and this wasn't the real Choosing. Because we were just the amateurs, and everyone in Mortalius was waiting for the real performance; the real Choosing.

They called our names alphebetically by last name. My last name was Mason, so I would be waiting for a while.

The first to be called was Morgan Amora; the smae girl who pushed me during the last competition. Maybe she has something to do with the markings. The voice in my head had come up with a few good ideas lately about the tattoo thingies on my arms, but this one just seemed stupid.

Morgan strutted over to the empty chair, and she sat down gracefully. The interviewing process was very brief and kind of boring. For Morgan it went like this:

Reporter: So Morgan, what are your hobbies?

Morgan: Well, I love to bake, paint, and read.