Author Games: The Final War

Task One: Males

Fire Strong: Epping Collin

Straightening my black suit, I sucked in a deep breath, ready for them to call my name out. "Epping Collin?" One of them called. Stepping out from behind the red curtains I looked at the two sitting on a chair, the second one sitting across from their chair with a small desk in between. I nervously sat down into the chair, looking over into Makenna and Drystans eyes. The both of them looked as though they didn't want to be here from the way the two of them had no life holding in their eyes, they were just dull and looked like bottomless pits if you looked close enough.

"Well, hello, Epping, welcome to these games," Makenna said, a smile pulled across her face that I knew to be fake. "Now, let's get straight to these questions," Drystan then went on to say to me. I just smiled, nodding my head, little flicks of blue strands falling onto my pale forehead that had a few beads of sweat across it.

"How will you avoid making stupid decisions and angering the other faction into war?" Drystan asked me, a fake smile on his face in which made me question why he was even bothering. It wasn't as though the question required him to be happy. I almost rolled my eyes at the thought, but went on to answer the question instead.

"I'll think about my decisions long and hard. It's the only way to avoid the stupid decision making. As for angering the other faction, why can't we all just make peace, the two groups both have their special talents that make them, well, them. They're just as special as every human being to exist. Wether you can control an element or you're a fighter. My mum being a fighter gives me a strong opinion to this, that everyone is special and also equal, we shouldn't be making war," I told the two taking a breath between each sentence I spoke. The two nodded their heads.

"Well I'm sure some people will appreciate that you feel so strongly about this current war situation between the two, and others not so much," Makenna laughed as though the thought of war was some hilarious joke. War was most certainly not a joke. Yes it was part of our beautiful world that exists; the world that we all take for granted. Do we even realise just how great it really is?

"I bet," I responded with fake happiness and I was sure she wouldn't be able to detect the difference between my serious happy voice or the really bad sounding fake happiness.

"You have a girlfriend back home of the name Ayla Nixon. Tell me about her. Is she a fighter or a strong?" Drystan asked, only one side of his mouth twitching into a small smile as he said this. I looked out into the crowd at the mention of my girlfriend as my eyes dashed across it in search of her. About hallway down the third row was where I spotted her. Ayla caught my eyes, giving me a smile of encouragement.

"Ayla is my inspiration. She's a strong, like me, but holds a different element. She's air. I could go on and on about the girl, she's my love, but I won't, to save her the embarrassment, but love you Ay," I said in response to the question, all the while staring at her beautiful blue eyes that had a particular light sparkle that captured my attention in the first place. My answer resulted in the crowds cheering and a few people even awed at this. I laughed. They thought that was sweet? Oh, I could do better.

"That's so sweet," Makenna cooed, pulling back a strand of her hair so it sat loosely behind her ear. I smiled at her with a nod.

"Yeah, she's here in the crowd actually," I told the two who were interviewing me, both of them forming grins on their faces.

"This is so adorable," the two said at the same time. I blushed slightly, turning my head away from their view, adjusting my suit carefully as a way of distraction.

"Well, let's get on the interview. So little time and so much to say. Now, next question," Drystan said to me in a matter of fact tone which made me turn my head back to look at him, the blush on my cheeks still slightly prominent. Let's hope she took it as a, 'I'm hot' cause I'm nervous type thing. Just before one of them opened up their mouth to speak I noticed I had started to slump in my black armchair, so I pulled myself up in order for me not to look rude for getting too comfortable in the chair.