The War Of The Century

The Angels Decision

Castor leaned lazily against my bed frame. It was quieter than the last time he'd been in here. He isn't gawping at my maids bodies either now. He's a married man. He kept on looking at my smiling face confused. My conversation with Lord Venimont yesterday had put me in a good mood. If he said my mother was proud of me than I believed him. He'd known her far better than me and I'm the one that's related to her.

"Shouldn't you be with your wife?" I continued to smile remembering every word he spoke regarding my mother.

"Why haven't you told me?" I giggled confused. His eyes were squinted a the whites slightly pink. What had he lost sleep over?

"Er, I love you?" I guessed randomly.

He huffed agonised. "That you're getting married!" My neck twisted to his ugly face. I ordered my maids to leave the room at once. Castor had ruined my mood.

"Because father...the spiteful man he is...would have always beaten me to it." I turned back to the mirror which a scared looking girl blankly stared back. I looked away ignoring my fear. "What's the problem anyway? This day was always going to come up."

"I don't want you to marry him." I stood hastily and screamed,

"I didn't want you to marry that Oriol bitch! But look at that," I nodded to his gold ring on the left-handed finger. "you're her husband now."

I turned admiring the new dress I was wearing for this special occasion. It was honey coloured, like the Venimont eyes. It reached just below my ankles and had silky fabric to cover my arms. My chest was partly bare where a silver chained necklace which one belonged to my mother shone brightly. It was engraved to be the shape of wings like how the Angels would wear. My dark golden hair was in one thick, braided plait running down my spine. My small heeled shoes made clicking noises on the stone flooring as I walked away from Castor who called my name repeatedly for me to 'get back here immediately'. I pretended I didn't hear him.

Ekon

For the first time in a long time, I wasn't wearing armour. Instead I wore a silky shirt and black trousers. I was bare foot and wearing a crown of thorns on top of my head. I was going to be chosen by the Angels to end this war and everyone else in the hall knew it.

All across the world, parties are being held for the final choosing. In total, six people from any high born family will be chosen by the Angel. In every choosing there has ever been, a member of the Diakos bloodline has been selected. I will be chosen. Everyone knows it.

I kneel before our statue of the Angel Grace and pray for her to give my family luck. I can feel Jaxston's glaring eyes. He wants to join me but I am the special one. Not him. It will never be him. It will soon be revealed.

Lilika

To say this was a party, it was terribly quiet. There was no music which I felt bad for. This was seemly supposed to be one of the most amazing moments in history. This moment would be written in books. An Angel visiting this very Ballroom to choose one of us...to die.

It was one of the many reasons I had already began drinking. I wasn't stopping any time soon. A drunk Neron smiled at me. A trying to be drunk me smiled back. I'd only had two glasses of wine and I was already feeling queezy. How was I supposed to get through this night sober?

I was sat on a table filled with Leo-who wasn't paying attention to me and attempted to hide the book he was reading under the table. Jaxston- who gawping at Ekon worshipping the great Angel Grace statue. And now father and Lord Venimont-who sat down drinking. Lord Venimont whispered to me when my father wasn't looking, "Your mother's necklace looks beautiful on you." I smiled. Nodded. And raised my drink politely.