Experiment 38

Chapter one: Aurora

Every morning is the same. Wake up, get dressed, wait to be called by maids, eat breakfast, begin royal duties, then go to the throne room and sit, wait, and repeat. Since I was born the only thing that has been drilled into my head is RULES. Who cares about math, science, history, or so-on, when you have royal duties that should be the only thing you need to worry about.

"Your people need you, Aurora." My mother always explains to me, but whenever I get the chance I always sneak into the library and learn everything I can. Who knew that stupid rules is more important than learning to read or write. I never asked to be a Royal, but I guess that was never my choice to make.

I walked briskly to the dining hall past the garden of stories. The only sound coming from the halls was the soft wind breezing through the pillars. It's normally always this quiet and peaceful. No offense to nature, but it's kinda boring with everything peaceful around here. Sometimes I wish something tragic would happen or a war or just something would start other than just sunshine and rainbows. I finally make it to the dining hall doors. I promise you that they make it for giants or something, the doors are like twelve feet tall. I guess I will never have to worry about hitting my head on anything.

At each door stands a guard with their glistening silver helmets that blind me from the sun reflecting off of them as I approach the doors. They never seem to move unless it's to open or close doors or to bow to us when we pass. Sometimes I wonder if they are all just statues that are programmed to move whenever we pass. Aasim and Edik bow as I pass through the doors that lead to a long table with several chairs that surrounded the outside of the table. Fizza one of the servants was setting the table with silver plates, silverware, and cups. She moved bristly around each side of the long table, gently setting each plate down them moving on to the next. I sit down next to my mom quietly as a stare at the empty chair at the end of the table where my father would be sitting, but that chair has been empty for years. My mom told me that he was killed in battle years ago, but something in me tells me that's not what happened. In all the books I have read none of them mention anything about a war. My thought is interrupted when the doors of the dining hall are opened again and Avye enters with some of the watch guards that are escorting someone in the room whose head is covered by a dark bag and his hands were bound with a chain that even the strongest person couldn't ever break and no element could destroy it. The guard to the man's right rips off the sack to reveal a face with a faded beard and black, shaggy hair.

The guards and Avye bow to my mother, but the captured does not bow, he stands his ground and seems to have no sense in a lack of respect even if this isn't his Queen. She is still Royalty and she should be respected as such. If there is one thing that no one question is the place in this kingdom, everyone knows what they are and who they're not, and if you don't you will be taught your place whether you like it or not.

My mother rises and motions to Avye and she follows without hesitation to my mother. "I want you to take this bastard to the throne room and I will deal with him," she whispers to Avye with no hesitation in her voice. "Aurora. You may stay here and finish your meal. Ferguson will be with you shortly to see if you are ready to unlock your element, but for now, I have called for Vivian to keep you company until Ferguson comes," my mother finished as she left the room.

I sat in my chair unsubtly and waited till Vivian arrived. I finally got tired of sitting around waiting for someone who was never going to show up. Vivian was probably reading in the library or something, who knows. I ran to the doors and tried to listen to see if I could hear anything, but all I heard was silence. I quietly opened the doors and poked my head out to see if Aasim and Edik left there post and to my luck they did. I slowly closed the doors and headed down the hallway to the throne room where the interrogation was going on. I fell quiet as I got closer to the room which held the fate of the boy who remains unknown.