Passion Of The Soul

Chapter One

Present Time.

It isn't really a good time, too. It's no different from what happened years ago, to now. But we get to experience freedom and peace. Two things that we had to fight for before.

You must be wondering, who am I?

Easy. People know me as the heart of our city. Im the rose that grew in the dessert. At least, that's what everyone said. I'm no different from any woman here. I'm just...me.

Want a clearer answer? Fine.

My name is Celeste Xandria, I'm twenty-seven. I have brown hair and the most strangest pair of eyes you'd see-it's not Violet-it isn't because of the lighting, I swear, my eyes are green-blue. A clear mix. My parents had brown and gray eyes. I don't see how they could've produced a green-blue eyed girl like me.

Anyways, like any other citizen, I have a job. My job is sit still and look pretty. And I'm not joking. In this generation, women can't be allowed to work. They said it would jeopardize the society. So what, were just like...baby makers?

Apparently so. But every year, the king hosts a ball for young maidens his age. I know, wired. But he didn't start it, it was his great-grandfather. Who found his wife due to the said ball. I know, it's 5042, and we still have balls? Not human balls. But balls held for princes and kings. Are we still in the 1820's or something?

My mom always asks me to join the ball and I kept giving fake excuses. I didn't want to meet the prince. I don't want to be the Queen. I wouldn't have a chance anyway, but still. This year, my mom is getting restless and forced me to go.

"Celestia Xandria, you are going to the ball and that is final." My mom said, her voice demanding. I groaned, "But mother, I don't want to go. I don't want to be like any of the king's prostitute." I replied. My mom gasped, "You can't disrespect our king, Celeste. He'll have you head."

"He wouldn't." My dad cut off. "He would have to go through me, before he lays his hand on my daughter." My dad said.

My mom sighed, tired. "Why? Please just go, for me Celeste?" My mom pleaded.

I weighed my options. One, I would go and make my family happy. Two, I would stay and disappoint them for another year to get me to do it.

Let's get this over with.

"Fine. I'll do it. When does it start?" I muttered. Mom squealed and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm so happy you finally decided to, honey." I shook my head, "Decided, or Forced?" I smirked and mom shrugged. "I've been waiting for 26 years." I smiled and ran upstairs.

"Where do you think your going?" My heard my mom ask. "Clothes for the ball." I called out. I then heard my mother's light steps follow me and slowly grasp my hand. "No. We are going to the Galactic Mall." My eyebrows raised. "Why? We have perfectly good clothes and dresses here."

She shook her head. "No. Get dressed, we are leaving in twenty minutes." I rolled my eyes, "Mother, I'm 27 and I can just disagree to your bidding you know." She smirked, "My daughter would never do that, she's too kind."

I huffed, "Why does everyone use that against me?"

"Because you let them to, sweetie." Mom smiled and walked away. I sighed before running towards my room.

Like any rooms, nowadays. It has titanium doors along with the floors and walls. The room has this sphere like window. You can close it using a remote if you want to, I don't. The beds are still somewhat normal. It still has the soft texture, but it's floating. How? Magnets.

If magnets are facing the same poles, they repel. And if the magnets are facing different poles they compel, until you press the button that says otherwise.

My sheets are made of gray silk. My parents have it within themselves to make me feel pleasure in all that I own. I have carpeted floors, so that I don't feel the cold floor in the mornings. I have a desk beside my bed, my own bathroom and walk in closet, too.

You think living in the future, would be fun. But it isn't. There's too many laws that we have to abide and many cruel punishments for small crimes. There isn't anything good in the Monarch.

I sighed and walked towards my closet and pick out a comfortable outfit. I remember when my mom used to tell me that girls were allowed to wear whatever they wanted before. Now, women are dressed like pillow cases.

I pulled out my normal suitable attire, black leggings, gray knitted sweater that reached below my butt, sole socks and combat boots. Those things still trend in this generation. I put my brown hair into a neat bun and put on my titanium information locket.

Everyone has it, it kinda looks like a dog chain, honestly. We need it since guards are scouting that whole city, if they ever get suspicious, they can check our lockets with their eye scanners.

Let me explain, a hundred years back, before the IV world war started, we needed to keep track of those who stayed within our monarch's safety or not. So they ordered scientist to make over 15,000,000 information lockets and a little over a thousand- at first-eye scanners for the guards enabling them to get our needed information.

Now, the information locket helps us by identification-wise. Fake identities and ID cases, have decreased over the year the locket existed. It also put a stop to robbers and a few things things.

As you can see we are pretty secured, we haven't had a civil case in ages. Maybe a divorce a couple of times but other than that, the cases are basically mild.

"Celeste? Honey, are you done?" I heard my mom say, as she opened the door. I turned around to see my mother wearing a floral dress that reached her ankles and boots similar to mine,but brown and her hair was styled in a braid.

This is how the future dresses. I know, no style at all. This is just my mother's style. Once you find a husband, you can wear anything as long as you have a ring to prove it, and that ring has your husbands prints, iris confirmation, voice and etc.

"Yeah. I just-got lost in thinking on how the earth was before, you know? Before the atomic or nuclear explosions, gas tanks, missiles, toxic rifles, radio active bullets, the norm." I said.

Mom shook her head, "Celeste, why do think of the past so much? We have a perfect future. And you send so much of your time thinking about useless, unchangeable things." Mom scolded.

I rolled my eyes, "Mother, I'm 27 years old. I know that, for a fact, I'm considered as an adult, in society, and I could make my own choices and I have control on what I think." I stated.

Mom shook her head, "Celeste, I don't know, why your so curious. The world before was horrible. They had no respect for humans a lot of people, why can't you see that?" Mom asked, pleasingly.

"Let's get going, Mom." I said, changing the subject. Because I can't answer. I don't know.