The Chosen

2

As soon as the van pulled up to the castle, the guards pulled me out of the van and put me in handcuffs. As we walk in, I take a good look at my surroundings. The castle is partly in the city, partly in the woods. There's our city, Brollan, and then there's the castle, at the front of the city, like the head of the table. It's called Kilian Castle, but people just call it Kilian. Kilian is located down a long road and then passed a brick bridge. after the bridge is the gate. Kilian has a brick wall surrounding it and the only way in is through the gate, that is full of guards. The wall is gem-shaped. There's no way to go through it or under it or over it. If you try to go over it, legend and gossip says that you die.

The guards bring me inside and point me in the direction we're going. More guards join us and soon there's two in front, two in back, and one right next to me. We pass lots of doors and turn into different hallways; so much that I don't remember how to get back to the van. Eventually we dead-end into a hard metal door. It's dark and cold and it smells like blood.

"Is this the prison?" I ask.

"Yes." says the guard next to me.

"Why am I here then?"

"You never showed up to the meeting place," he says "since you didn't show up, I had to send a group to pick you up and take you. The King didn't think that you should just get your room, so you get to stay in the prison tonight."

"Oh," I said.

"If you go willingly, I can just take you to your cell, not the whole flank." he adds.

"I'll go willingly."

"Okay, that actually makes my job easier!"

The guards disperse and I watch this guard guy as he commands the others on what to do next. He's pretty young for how high up he seems to be in the ranks. He's about my age, tall , with beach blond hair and amber eyes. Once all the guards leave, I decide to ask him some of my questions.

"How old are you."

"I'm 17. I know you're probably thinking, how? Well, I started my training at about 5. My mom, dad, uncles, aunts, cousins, and grandparents were all in the Royal guard, and I wanted to be too, so they said why not, so here I am! I'm one of the highest ranking guards who started and passed through quickly. The only other one isn't in the guard. I miss him. we were good friends. Liam Granson."

"My brother"

"You're his sister? He would talk about you all the time!"

"Yep, that's me, Foster Granson."

"Well I'm Neveni Grand."

We talked like this for a while until we made it to my cell.

"This is your cell for now," he says opening the cell door and leading me in." The King should be in later to talk to you."

"Wait, he's going to talk to me?!"

"Yeah, what else did you expect?"

"I don't know!"

"Well, see ya around!" he says then closes he cell door with me inside, still handcuffed.

~

It was around midday when the King came into my view. He was pretty big and looked strong and powerful. He took a glance at me, then his eyes land on my handcuffs.

"Huh," he said " weird, they didn't take off your handcuffs. Anyway, I am the King, you should call me King or Your Royal Highness, or King Bool. When I enter a room, I expect you to bow or curtsy. I'm sure you already know this. You know why you're here. You were chosen. Do you know what a Chosen is?"

"Yes."

"A Chosen is someone who is chosen to see if they're the right choice for the prince. It's a competition between five girls for a prince, or five guys for a princess. If you do something that I or the prince don't like, you will have consequences. The winner gets the prince and royalty. The losers will be executed. There may not be a winner. If there isn't a winner, everyone will be executed. In the end, the prince will chose who he wants, and sometimes, I won't let him chose who he wants for no other reason than non-approval. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Just remember that your punishment was to only stay in this cell. It could have been worse, and it will be next time. Also know that the prince knows that you didn't show up, and he knows your punishment." he pauses, takes out a piece of paper form his uniform, looks at it, and adds "Granson, 'ey. I knew your father and your brother. Maybe you'll turn out to be just like them. Then again, maybe you won't." he chuckled, then left.

~

About an hour after that, a guard comes back in (not Neveni) to bring me to my new room. I watch as she unlocks the cell, open it, and walk in. Then she takes off my handcuffs. Finally. The handcuffs were so tight that they leave marks on my wrists. I doubt they'll ever go away.

The guard leads me down the hall and up some steps (apparently the prison was downstairs). I'm lead to a main hallway with marble floors and walls and ceilings. I stop to look at it all. I can't gawk too long before I'm swept away farther up the hallway. Then, lead up three flights of steps. Eventually the guard leads me to a door.

"This is your room." she says, then hands me a key.

I mutter a quick thanks and unlock the door. Inside, the room is huge. The back wall is clear glass on each side, and in the middle is a wall that has my bed leaning up against it. It's a queen sized bed full of pillows and comfy, cozy bedding. I run up to the bed and sit on it. It's so comfy. The glass is two doors that lead to a balcony on each side, and the rest is all windows. On the right wall is a book shelf and a closet the size of half the wall. On the left wall, is a bathroom and a desk. And mixed between it all is a big comfy chair and a footstool.

I get off the bed and open the doors to the balcony and walk onto it. Big mistake. The view is beautiful, but it immediately makes me think of home. I search the skyline and fine my home. Right now, they'ed just be sitting down to dinner, without me. Looking around at the view of the city, I realized that it's no using loving my room or hating it or not. I'm going to die. There's no way that I of all people am going to win.

Heyyyyyy. How's your day going? I slipped and almost fell in the middle of my whole school, so that's fun. Hope you're enjoying the story!