Javosky

Dear Death

Hey there Javoskies:p So if any of u out there reading my book, are also reading city of heavenly fire FANFICTION,  read the latest author's note...... Anyways, I'm not sure if I should continue this book, I hardly have any readers..... (Pouty face) LOL. So if there really are any of you who actually like this and want me to continue, don't be afraid to comment, and I'll continue....

                                                      - Ginny

2. Dear Death

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

They seem like a luxury I can't afford right now. With my expert training and well developed brain, I am able to recognise what is happening to me in a matter of seconds:

My oxygen levels are depleting at a rate of 54% and my carbon dioxide levels are increasing at a rate of 46%.

In other words, I was about to die.

A hard suffocating death. Nice and slow. It isn't real, I know. But there's just so much panic involved, I don't-

Panic. So that's what this test is about. To see how I handled myself without letting panic take over me.

Taking a deep breath - which is pretty hard right now, so I ought to score a few extra points- I imagined myself sitting in a comfortable chair, with food in front of me, breathing.

Don't get me wrong, the food wasn't breathing. I was.

I open my eyes, and I'm seated on the very same chair, with hot food next to me. What can I say, food calms me down.

The food vanishes, and I see myself in a new room. It is completely black. The colour black always unnerved me. I didn't know why. I associated it with danger, adventure and......... passion. Why, you ask me?

As I said, I don't know.

I stand there, fidgeting. First mistake. I proved that something does scare me. My own nervousness. I am afraid of the unknown, I know. But they are not supposed to. They means the Circle.

They rule our world, after the huge destruction of the human civilisation as brother turned on brother. To keep us safe and amiable, we were divided into three- Athophris, Saronphil, and Bridnem. They are called the Principles.

Athophris's,  as I have said, are deceivers.

Saronphil are warriors. Toughest of the tough, made to kill. They can also get weapons out of thin air. In fact, it is rumoured that one of the first lessons in their school is Beheading 101. Tough much?

Bridnem are the rarest group. Few are privileged enough to join them. They are both warriors and deceivers, not to mention they are treated as royalty, given the best. I want to be here.

I hear a roar, and I turn in the direction of the voice. It is him. No, this cannot be happening. I blink repeatedly, hoping he would vanish, but no such luck.

"Rose.." he chuckles"Oh, how I've waited for this day."

It was not him. Right?

Wrong.

It is him, alright. My biggest fear, my greatest nightmare. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists. I would pay him back. I would pay this Saronphil back.

I saw him in my mind, tied to a chair, unconscious. His face deformed.  Knowing who he is to me, I did wrong, you'd think. But I am  right. Rose is always right.

I open my eyes, and sure enough,  wish come true. Smirking, I walk over to him. Putting my mouth to his ear, I whisper "You deserve it."

As the words leave my mouth, he vanishes.  Third test complete.

Last one left.

I'm in a white room now, with flowing carpets and thin veiled curtains. But all is white, as if life got angry and snatched the colours away.

I feel someone breathing on me, and I turn to see the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was about my age, roughly 17. From his rich clothes and perfect build, I knew he was a Bridnem. With dark wavy hair and eyes the colour of death,  he was perfect.

Seeing me staring at him, he smirks. "Close your mouth, beautiful."

Did he call me beautiful?